This puddle, for lack of a better word, was in front of the Houston Street pier for at least a month. Never more than a foot deep, it covered a full city block. It would rain and get deeper, then the sun would evaporate some of it, as the never-ending renovation project went on. The worst of it has been at Broadway now for about a year, although they're fiddling around my area again. This section, at the pier, is complete; the granite has been laid out and looks lovely, the orange cart, so similar to the one in yesterday's post, has moved on to yet another work site.