The human gargoyle

Well, this place is architecturally memorable only because of the way my roommate Tom Heller appropriated it, usually at least once a week.

There was an all-night cafe on Chapel Street and when Tom and I, hungry for a snack and a chat, would take a late-night walk from Branford College down High Street, just before getting to Chapel we’d pass under this stone archway over High Street connecting the old Art Gallery to Street Hall, and right under it, on the east side of the street, was this small alcove cut into the brick wall. Tom would climb up, hang from it and become a human gargoyle. It was quite impressive. Every time I’ve seen that alcove since college days it looks like something is missing.

Anthony (Tony) Tommasini