Location: The south end of Broadway
Manhattan’s oldest park. It had a life before the city designated it one, serving as a public space for commerce, military exercises, and, yes, lawn bowling. As a park, it (I’m guessing) marks a moment when the city had grown to the point when the its alienation from nature needed to be to relieved with some patches of green. (As in New York, so elsewhere: the public park still a relatively novel concept in the early 18th century.)
A statue of King George III was erected here in 1770 out of gratitude for the repeal of the Stamp Act, but as the colonists’ situation continued to devolve, a fence was built the year after to protect it from vandalism. After word of the Declaration of Independence reached New York, citizens ripped that fucker right down and popped off pieces of the fence (some accounts say these were decorative crowns) to make ammunition. Hunks of the statue were spirited away by Loyalists and today can be found in museums, but much of the original fence stands to this day.