I get to know a place when I feel it’s people. I have spent many days within the small area a few blocks west and north from The New York Stock Exchange and I can’t help coming back repeatedly.
There is always so much happening and always such a variety of people. Wall Street is not just about finance and politics with guys in suits and their take away coffees smoking cigarettes. It’s also about random people and their stories, starting with commuters rushing from South Ferry to the train station, to food vendors pushing their carts, to local shoeshine boys at work.
The streets are filled with the endless sounds of sirens, garbage trucks, helicopters taking off and arriving from the East River shore and the chants of nearby protesters fighting back against the finance system.