On this somewhat bleak day, I am remembering a slightly brighter time. Bastille Day in New York. July 14th, 2009. Walking through Bryant Park behind the 42nd Street Library I discovered the carousel. I'd been there, in the park, many times before, broke up there, even, or was broken up with, can't remember which, by my high school boyfriend, in 1970. But I'd never seen the carousel before. I could have used the sight of this magical ride then. Oh well, 40 years later.