Inevitably, the World Trade Center disaster site has become an attraction in itself--a pilgrimage site, a mecca for the curious and the grieving.
As of early November 2001, pedestrians can get no closer than about a block away from the wreckage. The best views are from Broadway, where streets leading to the site are blocked with chain link barriers that have become informal memorials. Every square inch of the barriers are stuffed with flowers, cards, banners, pictures, and flags from all over the world.
Viewers can glimpse the twisted and blackened wreckage beyond the barriers, and hear the heavy equipment that was working even early on Sunday morning. Massive dump trucks are lined up to haul away the debris.
Nearly two months after the disaster, the smell of the wreckage and decay is still heavy. An acrid, smoky odor pervades, and we saw many people wearing respirator masks.
As tourists have returned to the scene, so have the souvenir vendors. Hundreds of street sellers have set up seling NYPD and FDNY hats and t-shirts, flags and patriotic paraphenalia of all kinds.
Viewing ground zero is an uneasy and unsettling experience. It's hard to reconcile the television images of the burning and collapsing towers with the emptiness. I understand much more clearly now why we memorialize sites like this. One has the feeling there should be "more" there to mark the place where so many thousands died.