This bar, in a previous incarnation, was the site of the 1969 Stonewall riots, the first large-scale rebellion against the government's persecution of homosexuals, and a major turning point in the struggle for gay rights.

The Playwrights' Sidewalk

Opened in 1908, this PATH station at Christopher Street was originally constructed by the Hudson and Manhattan Railroad, which linked Manhattan and New Jersey through the first tunnels ever to cross the Hudson River.

Excellent opportunity for development of single family

(and a half)

This Bicentennial painting (yes, that's Uncle Sam driving) is in much better shape than this one. That's because, according to the company's website, the city has set aside funds for its upkeep each year.

There are a couple of other parts to this memorial outside FDNY Squad Company 18.

This was E.E. Cummings's home for the last 38 years of his life. You may be wondering why the two plaques differ in their capitalization of his name: here's why. For further info on the capitalization controversy ("we hope the dismal lowercase custom will disappear from the face of the earth"), read this.

This little mews has quite the literary heritage, counting among its former residents E.E. Cummings, Theodore Dreiser, and Djuna Barnes. It has lately become popular with psychotherapists, who perhaps find its serenity and privacy conducive to their work. It's also worth noting that Patchin Place is home to one of two remaining gas street lamps in NYC (and the only operational one — although it's now electrified), which sits at the very end of the street, visible in this photo.

Built sometime around the 1860s, this stable had been converted into a human residence by the turn of the 20th century. It was once called home by a string of theatrical luminaries, including Edward Albee.

"If you come to the Russian and Turkish Baths expecting soothing balms, thick towels, and gentle ministrations of flower-scented infusions, head elsewhere. This is a rough-hewn place -- and proud of it."

Unlike its (obviously accidental, I thought, though this ridiculous article disagrees) Brooklyn impostor, this is the real borough-wide tag.

These poor horses were mocked their whole lives because of their hideous forehead tumors. But then they decided to shut everyone up by walking across a river on two legs. Only the white one made it. Nevertheless, they believed in themselves, and now they have two adjacent roll-down gates painted in their honor. Follow your dreams!