But it also included places that I'm confident the average tourist wouldn't have on a standard travel agenda there. The addresses of two former homes of Louise Bryant, one that she shared with Jack Reed in 1918? Definitely not standard. Walking the entirety of Bleecker Street (walking map here) because of a greater-than-strong attachment to the old Simon & Garfunkel song by that name, the same name that I'd given to my beautiful orange and white cat who was waiting at home for us with a cat-sitter? Probably not standard, at least not for the very same reasons.
Foregoing a night on Broadway in order to see The Fantasticks at the tiny Sullivan Street Playhouse in Greenwich Village, where we sat in the front row and I cried when they sang Try to Remember? A more likely tourist draw, but the play closed in 2002 after a 42-year run so we caught it in one of its final years.
And this place of beauty, the Central Park Conservatory Garden, tucked away from the usual Central Park sites? Where I think it should be a must-see I have a feeling it's not well-known to tourists. The sculptor of this serenely graceful statue was Bessie Potter Vonnoh (1872-1955). Situated in the English Garden, it was dedicated in 1937 by Mayor Fiorello La Guardia.
These shots are two of my favorites from our 1995 trip. Especially my close-up with the live birds bathing next to the statuary bird. It was one spectacular late August day and their sparkling splashes of joy mirrored our happiness.
Why? Because we were there to be married here on September 1, a day or two after we reveled in the peace of Conservatory Garden.
