There is a moment when Brooklyn feels like a scene straight out of The Godfather: the band playing, men in white shirts and gold chains, the smell of grilled sausage, and an atmosphere heavy with ancient devotion.

In one of its neighborhoods, Williamsburg, under the relentless July sun, along the streets of the parish of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, the community gathers for one of the most spectacular and heartfelt celebrations of the year: the Feast of the Giglio. Here, the sacred and the profane intertwine in a collective ritual infused with faith, diaspora, and belonging.