Langone Park
As I hunched over the railing, glaring at the afternoon ebb and flow of the Boston Harbor waves, I couldn’t help but take notice of the infrastructure on top of which I was standing. I stepped a few feet back and noticed I was standing on diagonally elevated ground; a clear sign of rushed and/or reactionary architecture. After roaming the park for 20 minutes, this first observation is what lead me to my ultimate conclusion: Langone Park is temporally delayed. Naturally, my eyes had then adjusted to observe the vulnerabilities of the site. The streetlights in the park, all of which are antiquated pieces of the past, turn on far after the streetlights just down Commercial Street. The same Commercial Street where a native told me the summer heat still brings back smells of molasses from the Great Flood of 1919. The temporal layers on top of which the North End lies can be observed in a plethora of ways. While this is surely an exaggeration, the figurative importance is still of significance. For those who are of the North End understand the layering of sights, sounds, and smells (be they figurative) that comprise this place.