So go downtown
Things will be great when you’re downtown
Don’t wait a minute more, downtown
Everything is waiting for you, downtown
– Petula Clark, Downtown
I went downtown on Saturday night to meet eee, Rebex, and Katka at a Tribeca wine bar. We picked the location precisely because none of us lived in Tribeca, and we all needed to get out of the house, though the bar was three blocks from my old apartment.
All That seems like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?
I exited the 6 Train at Brooklyn Bridge/City Hall, and decided that being a “Real New Yorker” meant understanding how to navigate below 14th Street. The Grid, after all, is easy — so incredibly easy. In fact, I don’t know a city in the world whose streets and transportation system is easier to handle, simply because there are so few ways to go.
I always feel a twinge exiting the subway in front of the Courthouse.
Foley Square was where I used to walk my dog; where I used to bump into Sam Waterston and company as they filmed Law & Order; where I studied for the New York State bar exam. It was my old life.
And so I walked past my past, and down the street where I used to live; into the heart of Tribeca. As I went to cross West Broadway, I caught a stunning glimpse of the sinking sun, and rising moon, and the Tower as it stuck out above Lower Manhattan:
Granted, I had to stand in the “scoop” of a bulldozer parked on the side of the street to capture that shot, but…I am known for taking my life in my hands if it yields a good photo.
I continued on my way to meet the Women of Winesday at Terroir Tribeca — a small wine bar on Harrison Street. The place was great, even if it lacked outdoor space. The company and conversation was even better.
There was something special about the ways in which we had “grown-up” over the last year — something awful, and heart-breaking, and wonderful all at once. It had been a challenging year, but we had had each other. And that was…Enough.
We laughed, and we drank, and we even swooned over Tribeca, until I remembered what I hated about it, which was when the mommy-and-daddy set rolled in with their Bugaboos at 11pm. Shortly thereafter, it was time for us to leave, so we did, and I took one final, parting, photo on the street:
There are so many things I will always love about Downtown. Downtown is where New York first became a City, and where I first became a New Yorker. But just like the City itself, I grew beyond just that little speck of island.
So it has been good to grow into the City, but it is awfully good to have grown with the knowledge of how to navigate where the grid ends.
(Throughout the month of June, I’ll be writing a series of New York-related posts, and/or inviting some friends to guest post about their New York experiences, to celebrate my eight years in New York City.)