This wedge-shaped park has long been both lovely, and right in the middle of things - next the spiffy 'theatre' Shopsy's deli and my favourite long gone jazz piano lounge (cafe des copains) - right across from the still thriving St Lawrence Centre for the performing arts (where I actually leapt from the upper balcony a couple of years ago, to retrieve my pocket-watch, when the conductor asked whose it was, and I realized mine had gone AWOL over the intermission) - and framed on the thin edge of the wedge by the fat end of Toronto's nifty Flatiron building, with it's famous Op Art painting of peeling windows, facing park-ward.