<p style="font-size: 12px;color:#aaa;">版权引用：<a href="https://www.behance.net/gallery/3666557/Confabulations"><span style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">“Psalm 23:4The Little PrinceLooking west from East Sixtieth Street and First Avenue a hundred years ago, one would have seen pretty much what one sees today: the Queensboro Bridge, a row of tenements, a fire department call-box. The lamppost and its signage and the tram tower were added during the 1970s, the car itself, hanging high above, a replacement only a few years ago. But the people?  Like a different species, altogether. A hundred years ago First Avenue could have been described at the very least as rough and tumble. For approximately five miles, from what is now called the East Village north to Yorkville and beyond, it was basically where the city’s dirty work — and to some extent, dirty play — was performed: in slaughter houses and breweries, coal yards, lumberyards and brickyards, on the wharfs and in gashouses, in flophouse hotels, in houses of ill-repute, opium dens, gambling halls, pool halls and dive bars, where today’s frat boys would never ever venture, no mat......”</span> </a>由 <a href=""><span style="font-size: 12px;color:black;"></span></a> 授权许可 <span><a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/deed.zh" target="_blank" style="font-size: 12px;color:black;">Attribution-NoDerivs-NonCommercial 4.0 International<img src="" style="display: inline-block;height: 16px;width: auto;"></a></span></p>