Fleeing Upper West Side yuppification and dismayed by foreigners reacting to news that I lived in Manhattan with $$$ blinking in their eyes, I strung together poems with critical remarks, including a swipe at the (Trumpian) plan to put up a building tall enough "to cast a shadow over Central Park."
I performed on and around a simple wooden bench, with a hand-painted poncho as a prop and a droopy crown that I threw away. To make it as easy as possible for non-English-speakers to follow my walking tour, I created a numbered map with short descriptions to be translated into the lingua franca. My friend and neighbor in Paris, painter Marek Szczesny, made a new version of my map.
The guide in English and German.