Located between the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges,
The Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park is less than a block wide and about a block and a half long. But here sound is more important than size. This green strip separates The East River from a row of Civil War Era warehouses; and the splash of the waves hitting the shore is amplified by the brick buildings.
Find an empty bit of grass, lay back, close your eyes, smell the salt scent of the sea; magically, you are no longer in the city. But when you look up there are the buildings of lower Manhattan, the gothic spire of the Woolworth Building, the statue of Civic Pride on top of The Municipal Building, and all the less distinctive glass and metal towers around them.
The park has lovely flowering plantings along its fences, picnic tables, and tree shaded benches on a wooden walkway.
During the summer there is an outdoor sculpture show. Much of the art is large and sturdy so kids and adults can climb on or into it.
Wedding photographers, TV shoots, and a variety of festivals use the park. One day last spring I was the total audience for a group of dancers creating a ritual to welcome the return of the sun. On another afternoon I was invited to join a picnicking klezma society. And occationally I find myself alone with the sound of the waves.
The last stop on the #61 bus is one block away from the park; the A or C trains stop at High Street which is three blocks away. During rush hours there is a ferry from the Wall Street that lands at a dock one block away. And of course you can walk across the Brooklyn Bridge from lower Manhattan.