Tribeca Park — Attraction in New York

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to get off their feet in the midst of a hectic publicity run - such wears the whimsy of Tribeca Park at this moment, nearly folding in on itself with the sunglass-bedraggled hordes of festival goers clamoring for sweet release from their self-inflicted congratulatory charms.

One can almost feel, thick as Cassandra's song obliterated into smoke and turned orange as an homage to a social media trend housed in the reputation of a filmmaker whose tastes ran toward the pastel, the push and pull of New Yorkers who call themselves native with the newcomers lighting upon the area they have chosen for their annual carnival of glory, gold, and film. But what are we to do with such anarchy? I am but a humble observer, caught in the mess. We are but pawns thirsting for quench on a hot summer day, aching for release from our feet with the smallest trade from our dignity, unsure what to make of the city's humble claim that it bought this lot for merely $3950 - but from whom? Would that my internet would work on this fine day...

In the area was an overpopulation of starry-eyed sophistocates drowning their ennui in pointing this way and that, striding fast past infrastructure and unbothered by demands on their time, in fact thriving in the knowledge that they are scarce and the world has no right to them and this they earned through achievement, and also pigeons. I stopped one on its commute to ask its opinion on the local comings, goings, and stayings, and in return for the question it offered this:

There are hopes I hold for the far future - Change for which I wish I could rush the fight And find the battle fair and the road steep But not ruined, rough but not gone, and might I find myself there, would you come? Would you Keep us safe together on the path, or Soft in the grass? Would you walk with me too? Would you remind me what the walk was for? For fate was always Orpheus to me And I forever...

Having very little familiarity with Tribeca (yes, I admit that), my breakfast companion suggested a walk to this incredible pocket park after a feast of fried chicken and pecan pancakes at nearby Bubby's (more on that jewel of a restaurant in its own Google review). This past Sunday was a remarkably sunny and warm day for the end of February in NYC. Locals will grab this type of day in Winter when we are gifted with this treat...it was a gift indeed, as was being introduced to a remarkable pocket park...meticulously spotless, beautifully groomed landscape and an artistic white 8 foot tall sculpture of a butterfly. An emotional time for both of us, having recently lost an incredibly special friend...we were buoyed by sharing a bench facing the sun, arm and arm and allowing our hearts to naturally heal.... Do take a moment if you are in this neighborhood and experience the tranquillity of this...

Tribeca Park, a charming enclave in the heart of downtown Manhattan, is a testament to the city’s ability to blend history with modern urban living. Purchased by the city in 1810 for a mere $3950, this lush plaza has evolved into a beloved community space where residents and visitors can enjoy the shade of mature trees, take a leisurely stroll, or simply relax on a bench with a refreshing drink of water on a hot summer day. The park’s name, derived from the “Triangle Below Canal” Street, reflects the geometric inspiration behind the neighborhood’s moniker. Since 1985, Tribeca Park has been a tribute to this vibrant and historic district, offering a peaceful respite and a touch of greenery amidst the bustling streets of...