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thatguyben:  
   The steps at Paley are so low and easy that one is almost pulled to them. They add a nice ambiguity to your movement. You can stand and watch, move up a foot, another, and, then, without having made a conscious decision, find yourself in the park.   The woman with the yellow bag is looking into the park, just as Whyte says people do.  (William H Whyte, in The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces, p57.)

thatguyben:

The steps at Paley are so low and easy that one is almost pulled to them. They add a nice ambiguity to your movement. You can stand and watch, move up a foot, another, and, then, without having made a conscious decision, find yourself in the park.

The woman with the yellow bag is looking into the park, just as Whyte says people do.

(William H Whyte, in The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces, p57.)

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