A car approached the gate and inched forward through the crowd of tourists politely jockeying for a better view through the fence. The police officers spoke to the driver, and then opened the gate. As the car passed, the tourists lurched forward as a group, following in the car’s wake hoping for a photo and glimpse through the opened gate.
Lee said he could have run over then and tried to get a shot, but he didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do. I agreed with him.
As we continued up Barclay Street, we realized we had completed the walk around the site. St. Peter’s Church was on the opposite corner, its porch still crowded with people with cameras. I did not feel as removed from them as I did an hour ago. We were all drawn to the site, and we each take away a personal experience. Each of theirs is different than mine, as it should be.
[an essay in 13 parts from Pablo Notes, 2001]