People can look right through me today and I don’t care Leave me alone to revel in my own space . . . free to click away at any corner in Soho or Tribeca, and to take my time searching for as many angles as I can find to try and capture good shots of the rising new World Trade Centre.
This whole area of southern Manhattan has been transformed from warehouses and dodgy dives since I left here in 1994. Homeless men no longer sleep along the Bowery. I see the only telltale flattened cardboard boxes to sleep on under hoardings of old buildings nearer to the new World Trade Centre building. Walking down Broadway I stop to look at the old American Express Headquarters where I started work in New York in 1975.
And then found my way by osmosis to the Bowling Green Station to catch the ‘Uptown Express’ to Grand Central, and home to my hotel.