A late breakfast/brunch was had in “Washington Square Diner”. A classic combination of waffles, syrup, bacon, and coffee was well received after the revels of the night before.
While I was eating, a man came in to beg from the patrons, and was quickly ushered out by then waiting staff. I did note that they sent him on his way with some free food. Whether this was a gesture of kindness, or to make sure he did not re-enter I was not sure.
This is indeed the darker side of this city. Homelessness in any big city is always in evidence, but here it does seem more rife, and more visible than most. Also, there is a noticeable colour demographic, and a noticeable disability demographic amongst those in this position. I would not pretend for any time that there is not homelessness in my own city of Edinburgh, but it does feel somewhat less extreme.
I took some time to explore the new Stonewall Visitor Centre, which was in progress last time I was here. The display was simple, yet informative and there was a video alternating between a “making of”, histories, and themed adverts for the various sponsors. There was a rather nice interactive area with books, and pens to write messages in. The books had various prompts to inspire your writing including “What does it mean to be an ally?”, “What is home?”, and “A letter to your younger self…” to inspire your own writing. I resolved to come back later with my pen.
I took the “1” train from Christopher Street to 72nd Street. My goal was to buy a pair of sunglasses at the Sunday Grand Bazaar in this area. My own were free from a pride advertiser and had seen somewhat better days.
I was not successful in purchasing said items, but I did enjoy the market. It was in the grounds, and cafeteria of a school, and reminded me a lot of school fairs back home organised by the Cuiken PTA.
The heat was splitting the side walk, so I took refuge in Central Park for a while. I found myself wandering in “The Ramble”. This a peaceful, and shaded area of the park that you would swear is in some kind of countryside area, as opposed to in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world.
As I headed south, I found the market on 7th Avenue which runs weekly. There was a stall selling relatively inexpensive sunglasses, but none that I felt fitted me. I may be in need, but I am still discerning.
The “1” train took me to to “WTC-Cortlandt”, where I enjoyed a beer in the “Oculus” beer garden. Here I caught up on some correspondence.
At 7.00pm, I attended the service of “Compline by Candlelight” at St. Paul’s Chapel. This beautiful Georgian building survived the 9/11 attacks, and in fact became a refuge for the workers during the recovery. My friend Gary noted in his museum nights that he had spent here, while engaged as a photographer for the Fire Department. The service was peaceful, and serene. It was very welcome after the craziness, and heat of the city.
I arrived back to the East Village on the “6” train. I purchased a “Bánh mì” – esq sandwich at a local establishment, and enjoyed it back at the apartment. I felt I achieved some sense of peace.
