When people mock the old towers' design, I disagree and remember one beautiful aspect in particular: the observation deck used to be open in the evenings but very few people seemed to know that. So, if you took a train downtown to WTC and walked through the (by then almost deserted) subway past the closed shops, you could take a lift ride up the South Tower and be one of the handful of visitors.
In the heatwave of August 1999, this was the only place in the whole of Manhattan with breeze and bearable temperatures. Standing on top of the world looking at the millions of moving little lights below, taking photographs which are now history and feeling my dress flap in the wind while the city sweltered, I was in paradise. When the building died, a big part of me died with it. This is for those of you who have not experienced it.
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