With my head bowed I found this classic shape in the street.
A rusty metal sheet covering a big hole. A cross cut out.
Somewhere in the Greenwich Village.
Some kind of work going on under there.
At some point the cross-hole seems to have been taped over.
The cross has always scared me a little. Or more than a little to be honest.
But not as much if the bars are equally long.
As in the Red Cross, or the Swiss flag.