Once a glorious place for a live performance and a gathering of different countries, the Plaza of Nation lays inert remembering its past and awaiting its fate.

On the East side is the former Edgecombe Casino. Remember the time when people came gambling? Greeted by valets and occasional performers, all dreaming of a prize?

The northern plaza, once home of a famous radio station, left empty surrounded by a grid. Degraded and disassembled in abandon, wondering about its destiny.

In the centre lie the empty gray stairs used as seats looking at the torn stage, now turned to dust. An orange cone stands as the marker of a distant memory.

On a southern edge reside the multiple flagpoles in two lines, like guards talking to each other about standing at attention for different flags.

They look toward an empty parking lot, once full of vehicles.

The Plaza of Nations signage still lingers wondering about its identity, refusing to move on. Trying to hold its past place of paradise, while awaiting its inevitable replacement in a near future.