Em Steel and I use the Square as our identifying neighborhood. We live the block south of the Arch before you get to Bleeker Street. The only way that could have happened is that the Universe itself colluded with Fate to give us a gift of a very, very cool neighborhood to call home.
I read somewhere that in 1916 a Dadaist and his friends broke into an access door, climbed to the top of the arch and had a party with food and drink, balloons, lanterns and cap pistols and claimed the spot as New Bohemia.
I'm looking for that door.
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