On most occasions, I side-step the Macy’s at Herald’s Square at all cost. The crowds are hectic, the tourists pushy and the enormous red shopping bag nailed to the facade of such a classically beautiful building is an architectural crime. But there are those random times, like last Monday night, when no amount of avoidance can save me a trip. So there I was with my boy, and as we rounded a corner on our dash to the third floor men’s department before closing time we came upon the vintage escalators that I always forget are there.
And they just made my day. Wooden escalators. Doesn’t that just make you smile?