So I had a realization once we got off Governors Island. For those of you who watch the show Lost, you’ll know what I’m talking about and for those who don’t, just bear with me…but Governors Island is like the Dharma compound. Remember in Season 2 (or was it 3?) when we were first introduced to the Dharma living quarters and its seemingly normal suburban existence with cute little houses and lush green lawns and we were all like, WTF? This place is like that, complete with a vague underlying creepiness due largely to the fact that the buildings and houses are all abandoned since military personnel relocated off the island in 1996. The island (see? the “island”?) has over 200 buildings, many of them historically landmarked and some of the houses, particularly the cluster of yellow wood frame ones, are quite charming. Bits of evidence of the island’s military past is omnipresent and while walking down a cobblestoned path on our way to the ferry back to Manhattan, the sounds of dissonant and sparse piano chords from a puppet show that was being performed on the other side of the hill made a fitting and eerie soundtrack to this ghost town.
Ok, so how come no one told me that Madonna and Prince Harry were on the island the same day? (Not that I am a fan of either, but you know, still). Apparently the Veuve Clicquot Manhattan Polo Classic was held that afternoon which explains why so many of the women coming off the ferry were dressed to the nines in fancy dresses and hats, walking jauntily past us in procession. I had no idea about the polo match till after the fact. I just chalked it up to island weirdness.