A drop of water in a concrete ocean, Bowling Green Square faces 1 Broadway. It was here, in 1626, that Peter Minuit allegedly bought an island from the Manhatte Indians for a handful of florins. At that time Broadway was just a footpath. “It is by far the place that I prefer”, confides the architect Fran Leadon who published last year a reference volume simply titled Broadway. “Here, I feel like I’m on the edge of a fabulous canyon.” The Wall Street Bull appears to guard the entrance to a hallway of spectacular apartment buildings, a tongue of tarmac stretching from southern Manhattan to Westchester County in the north.
Broadway: its skyscrapers, its actors, its writers, its billionaires, its lost in the American dream… the saga of a city in 60 kilometers. “In the years 1730-1740, there were practically only bars and brothels there”, continues Fran Leadon. In It was broadway, Jerome Charyn talks about a “Hanged tree, where unfortunate pirates,