I've said it before: If this is what Global Warming is all about, who's to complain? The beginning of March in NYC is typically vile, cold, blustery and icy. Sixty degrees? I'm stomping all over that carbon footprint. Photos: West Village, Brooklyn Heights Promenade. *
Some of these visuals have been around for years and as I read your posting I was mentally brought back to wandering these streets with my Grandmother as a young boy. She LOVED going Downtown to the stores and was a regular at long shuttered spaces like May's, A&S, Woolworth's and McCrory's. My favorites were the last two since they had better toy departments. Back then you could leave me there and return in an hour to find nothing amiss. Try that nowadays. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteI also fondly recall that downstairs in A&S they had a coffee counter where you could get a cup of Joe, a frozen custard or a hot pretzel. I don't remember what else but it was one of the things we always did together when I followed her around on shopping adventures. Eventually all of these places would close up shop and its a kind of sad testament of the times. Big stores are no longer the way to go even though so many of them were awesome.
I did get fearful when Nan would trek down there in my older years on her own as the area was "not what it used to be" in her words. I always contested her need to visit there but would lose the argument every time. Oh well. Cool post dude.