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I love Washington Square Park.  It’s always been a weird combination of spot on current and the spot that time forgot … crazy kids selling weed at tables now, old black guys teaching shorties how to play chess, the Bubble Man with long sticks and string showing kids how to make bubbles the size of Volkswagens, baby chick artists, reading NYUers, scruffy  musicians, fashion royalty next to the impoverished. More than a hundred years ago, Duchamp & posse released balloons from the secret room on top of the Arch and renamed the Village The Republic of Dreams.