Okay, I love it when the city does one of its public installation art events. The Otterness? Adored it. The Gates? Adored it. Did it twice (week one in the gorgeous winter sunlight then the next week under a blanker of snow). I feel if the city is going to go to the trouble of doing it I should go to the trouble of attending.
That said, I wasn't very impressed by the waterfalls on the East River. It's always wonderful to walk the Brooklyn Bridge, so that was delightful on a breezy summer night. But the waterfalls? It just looked to me like a pipe had burst under the Manhattan bridge and was draining. And I'm a definite romantic!
I think there's a little civic case of the Emperor’s New Clothes goin' on.
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