The Boulevards

Abstract

The years passed quickly in the wake of that summer when we roamed the Plaza to glean information about the war, three whole decades that drove a wedge between us and the familiar places of our childhood and youth. The city mean-while turned the page on an entire era, falling apart and coming together, changing one face and putting on another, and always in an attempt to stay true to itself. Here we approach the close of an age that ended before it began, a century of history, and three or four generations of hope and disappointment.