At Gantry Plaza I accidentally walk into a wedding photo shoot — an Indian bride and a white groom, standing between the piers. Oops. As I rush by them and their entourage, I see a second couple (Filipino) waiting in the wings with their wedding photographer.
I find a seat under one of the willow trees in the park, south of where the boardwalk starts. I’m not really sure what I’m doing here. Killing a little time. Thinking some things through.
There’s a chance I could get someone to meet me out here. Worth a shot…
An hour passes. I watch the ferry heading south. Parents with strollers circle the footpaths.
After another hour, I get up to walk home. It’s not the most pleasant walk — Forty-Ninth to Vernon to Borden to Eleventh, then cross the bridge over to Ash, and down Commercial Street to Franklin.
Halfway up the Eleventh Street stairwell to the bridge, I look out toward the water. It’s not a view that I recognize.
This is home? Does it feel like home?