Otto Marx Memorial Cherry Trees

New York, NY

At the turn of the twentieth century, a young Russian Orthodox churchman led his faith's growing North American flock from New York City, serving as archbishop from 1898 to 1907 and helping consecrate St. Nicholas Cathedral as its spiritual anchor. He guided a scattered immigrant community of Russians, Serbs, Greeks, and Alaskan Orthodox believers during an era of massive immigration, translating liturgy and organizing far-flung parishes across the continent. After returning home he was elected Patriarch of Moscow in 1917, the first in generations, just as the Russian Revolution engulfed the Church he now led.

New York, NY

In the Conservatory Garden at the north end of Central Park stands a quiet bronze fountain honoring Frances Hodgson Burnett, the English-born American author whose children's books—most enduringly The Secret Garden—shaped generations of young readers. The fountain's two children, a boy playing a flute and a girl holding a bowl, echo Mary and Dickon from that beloved 1911 novel, set in a walled garden much like the one that surrounds them here. Dedicated in the 1930s after Burnett's death, the memorial was a gift meant for the children of the city, tying the author's imaginative world to a real public garden they could wander.

New York, NY

This plaque marks the room in Manhattan's Hotel New Yorker where Nikola Tesla, the visionary Serbian-American inventor, spent his final years and died alone in January 1943. Decades earlier Tesla had helped win the 'War of the Currents,' championing the alternating-current systems that made it practical to transmit electricity across long distances and light entire cities. By the time he died in near-poverty, the AC power grids he pioneered had become the invisible backbone of modern life. The marker turns an ordinary hotel address into the last chapter of one of history's great inventive minds.

New York, NY

For more than four decades this corner of Greenwich Village was home to the San Remo Café, a smoky bar near MacDougal and Bleecker Streets that grew into one of postwar America's great bohemian crossroads. From the late 1940s into the 1960s its tin-ceilinged rooms drew the writers, painters, and musicians of the Beat Generation and the downtown avant-garde — a place where a struggling poet might share the rail with a jazz musician or a novelist. Run in the neighborhood's Italian-American tradition, it was also unusually open for its day, mixing artists, intellectuals, and a visible gay clientele when few public places welcomed such a crowd.