The other day I was sitting at the Silver Towers apartment complex watching my daughter ride her new scooter when I realized just how large a presence that Picasso statue is in my personal landscape. The Silver Towers was (and still is) a world away from SoHo, with it's unadorned, uniform buildings guarded by doormen set around a large open public space with manicured lawns and "keep off the grass" signs (those signs have since disappeared).
