We were lucky enough to book tickets to see the Memorial right after it opened in September 2011, at the end of a day filled with Occupy Wall Street drumming several blocks away, which seemed to keep the rest of the area relatively quiet. Television never did capture the scale of the World Trade Center site, and the prior foundations laid bare, turned into dark, limpid pools with raging Niagras is something you need to see and hear in person. We are so small against this moment, and the memorial captures that, beautifully. Personal mementos, brought by families, here a photo, there a flower, a rosary, adorn the names. Magical at dusk. Visitor passes by reservation.