Poets House
Poets House has occupied this choice spot on River Terrace in downtown Manhattan since 2009. The river in question is the Hudson, and we enjoy watching it flow by while standing at large windows facing west, the skyscrapers of Jersey City on the other side. A noncirculating library, Poets House contains a large assortment of poetry to be read on the premises. Comfortable chairs, tables and couches array along the main reading room, and it’s a quiet place for us to escape the hubbub of the city.
Mercer Labs
From the sublime to maybe the ridiculous, depending how you feel about immersive art exhibits, we leave Poets House on foot for Mercer Labs. Our path meanders along the Hudson to Brookfield Place, then up the grand marble staircase and back down the other side and beneath West Street, continuing underground to the Shops at the Oculus (don’t call it a mall!) and then back to street level and Mercer Labs on Dey Street.
Immersive art exhibits combine light, sound, mirrors and other sensory tricks to disorient the viewer, and Mercer Labs effectively makes this happen within 15 display rooms, some vertigo-inducing but many worth lingering in. It takes us nearly an hour to complete the journey, a series of visual, audio, and tactile experiences.
Printemps
Next we try to visit the luxury Parisian shopping complex (don’t call it a department store!) Printemps, which has opened a New York outpost at the fitting address of 1 Wall Street. We love browsing through things we can’t afford, but our arrival is one day short of the grand opening, so we content ourselves with looking in the windows like peasants. Let them eat cake.
Fraunces Tavern
Then on to simpler colonial roots for dinner at Fraunces Tavern, which has been a Pearl Street tavern since 1762. The ubiquitous George Washington dined here. We expect it to orient toward tourists because of a museum attached to the restaurant, but Fraunces Tavern is a delightful place to dine, with dark wood and candles in two dining rooms. Some foodies diss the cuisine here, but we enjoy the chicken potpie and lobster, mac, and cheese. Don’t tread on me, we say.