While wandering around the other day, I ended up under the Brooklyn Bridge and I fell in love—with the old infrastructure that reminds me of the way Tribeca used to be, with the tangle of ramps, with the general derelictness. I’m not sure there are many other parts of Manhattan that feel so tantalizingly neglected. On one hand, I’d love to come up with a way to converting it from one big construction site/parking lot to an area that people could enjoy, à la the High Line; before the never-ending reconstruction project started, the Brooklyn Banks skatepark was there, which is not exactly what I had in mind, but it’s better than nothing. On the other hand, I hope it never changes.
I started out walking east on Frankfort/Dover, along the south side of the bridge, and then I walked back along the north side, which is less rewarding. If you follow in my footsteps, don’t miss the tunnels under the bridge at Pearl and Gold.