When you think of literary connections to Washington Square, you generally think of Henry James. At least, I do. I can't help it, since he went and named one of his books Washington Square. But that's not why I wanted to see the place for myself. Once again, Edna St Vincent Millay was my inspiration. Her poem "English Sparrows" is another favorite of mine (you can read it here), and that was the main reason I had the desire to go to Washington Square while we were in New York City.
As we walked along, and as I was telling Shannon the plot of James' book, we saw an evil-looking squirrel staring at us from under a tree just off the path. I wonder what Millay would have made of that. There is poetic inspiration everywhere.