On the day we visit Brooklyn there were 16-18 Celsius degrees which made the walk across Brooklyn on our way back to Manhattan not only possible, but pleasant. In December it's usually bitterly cold and windy on the bridge, so we were extremely lucky to be able to enjoy the walk.
Excuse me if I am not too talkative today, but I must go back to being miserable for the rest of my day. Gotta love flu. NOT.