[The very special miniseries continues! See Part One for the official intro and context.]
After lunch at Peanut Butter & Co., we walked another block-‘n’-a-half northeast through Greenwich Village to Washington Square Park, one of those diverse, bustling, happy public places that all the best city parks aspire to be so they can attract the attention of Hollywood location scouts.
The park’s origins date back to the 1820s, with occasional reconfiguring and adding done since then. You might remember it from such films as, well, every film that’s ever had a scene of Manhattan elderly facing off at outdoor chess (the Pixar short “Geri’s Game” comes most recently to mind). Sadly, either we entered on the wrong side or they were temporarily removed — the west end of the park was, as with much of NYC this week, torn apart, mid-upheaval and under construction.
But its most prominent feature is that big, bold Washington Square Arch, which was dedicated in 1895, some years after the hundredth anniversary of President Washington’s inauguration. As late anniversary presents go, I imagine this one’s lateness was forgiven.
That George Washington quote near the top:
Let us raise a standard to which the wise and the honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God.
That’s the side facing south toward the park. The north side faces Fifth Avenue and isn’t so flat.
Washington Square Park is a bubbly refuge for street artists, at least one drag queen, and several charming musicians, even those with non-portable instruments.
Due northwest of Washington Square Park was the same subway station we’d used on Tuesday for our brief McDonald’s diversion. I have no idea how we missed this entire park on that walk. We descended, boarded, and returned to Columbus Circle. This time we took a few extra photos.
We’d previously seen the Trump International steel globe on our way back from Grant’s Tomb, but this time we had a new perspective, emerging from the Columbus Circle subway station just underneath it.
From there we moved on to one last, long walk down Broadway and through Times Square. For old times’ sake.
To be continued!
1. I’m a big fan of roundabouts. Here in Indy in recent years they’ve been multiplying like rabbits who really, really love each other very much.
2. We hadn’t intended to revisit that big globe on our 2016 trip, but an unhelpful bus driver made that non-dream a reality for us. Thanks heaps, guy who felt like ending his route early for lunch.]
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