On Monday I had to go to Broad Street for a meeting and emerged at the World Trade Center subway stop. Lots of tourists bustling about and lots of business types too. As always, I was impressed by the progress on the new Freedom Tower with its dramatic reflections.
St. Paul's church, to me, is much lovelier --harking back to a very, very old New York --reminding me almost of England.
Foursquare and sturdy.
The graves look suitably aged and peaceful. I thought (as I always do almost against my will) of how it was eleven years ago when the pile was still smoking and everything was awful. Then I walked through the busy, milling crowds to my meeting.