Bocce ball has all but died in Carroll Gardens, where I used to regularly see old Italian guys play the game in Carroll Park on the weekends. But it remains alive in the sliver of Corona that remains heavily Italian—that tight section anchored by the Lemon Ice King of Corona and the Parkside Restaurant. This well-lit, well-attended nighttime scene took place at around 10 PM on a Wednesday night. The players and crowd didn't show any signs of going home soon.
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