Wednesday, July 1, 2009

A Day In The City

A month ago we spent the day wandering around lower Manhattan, because I got it into my head that I wanted to see the South Street Seaport. So, we did that.
I guess the Seaport's not my thing. Then I wanted to ride the Staten Island Ferry, as I did not remember ever having done that, though I'm told that's how we got out to Staten Island the time we went to see Richard Thompson play in Snug Harbor. (That was, like, back in the nineties. Who remembers?) So, we did that. It was pleasant, but hardly the most romantic thing. Don't see what all the fuss is about for a ferry.
We were not at all tired, we were probably a step or two below "merry,'" and we rode back and forth just once.
It was Fleet Week in the city.
Seemingly, they cannot get enough of boats. They rode the ferry, too.Then we wandered around the Wall Street area, which was deserted except for tourists like us, walking slowly, admiring the nifty architectural details, like the brass on 120 Wall St.:
and this, see creatures? yes, sea creatures! here:
the seahorses on the Maritime Exchange Building at 80 Broad St., a thirty-five story building dedicated in 1931 to the cause of water-facilitated commerce.
Not far away:
this mosaic dome on the southwestern entrance of the ITT building depicts commerce uniting the hemispheres with electricity. (Commerce is a popular theme in the neighborhood.)
We weren't able to get into Federal Hall, as it's closed on Saturdays, but I took a photo of this, because it looks like George Washington is imploring the pigeon to perch somewhere else.
We also visited Trinity Church, and its cemetery, the one where Alexander Hamilton is buried along with well over a hundred thousand others. Love a good cemetery. Didn't take good photos, though.
And that was our weekend trip one day last month, back in the Time Of Less Rain when one could do such a thing...

1 comment:

Clytie said...

It sounds like a very interesting trip. I love the historical details you gave ... but I especially love seeing good old George begging that pigeon to poop, er, perch somewhere else. I could hardly stop giggling. Tee hee.