After the rather sobering circumambulation of the WTC site, we decided to walk to Wall Street. This essay is the walk to Trinity Church which kicks off Wall Street.
I am not really sure which building this is, but it looked eye catching indeed, specially the warm colours counter pointed with the grey ones.
Take a closer peek, fascinating set of windows, eh? four levels of totally different windows.
What on earth are these dinky little things doing for the NYPD? and they are Interceptors? Intercepting what? Snails? Or old people on wheelchairs? lol.
This was very interesting. This was the side of a building which had obviously had its neighbour torn down. So far so good. But you can see the outlines of pipes, doors and windows on the wall. And I stood there gazing at this wall. How many people must have passed through those doors, peered out of the windows. The history, the presence, the memories of all those long dead or passed or transferred or moved out people? all gone, other than these marks on the wall. And once the new building comes up, even these will be lost to the world. Sad, but that’s what life leads you to, creative destruction.