I guess like everyone else, I wanted to visit the site before the ten-year anniversary tomorrow. Part of it was curiousity, and partly to pay tribute. The sky was cloudy and grey, but still warm and humid as is many of the summer days here in New York. I don't know if I was just tired from the ferry over, but I felt drained. The mood at the site was very low key except for when a pack of UK firefighters rode in on their Harley bikes. For NY, it was strangely quiet and felt amost like we were visiting a church. Everyone was very friendly and tourists shared quick smiles with one another and except for the chattering from journalists, most people just came to pay their respects. They just didn't know where to do this.