Description
It is a two track station, with two side platforms that are slightly offset from one another.
The standard IRT name tablet mosaics are original as well as the fancy ceiling accents and the iron pillars. On the southbound platform is a wooden token booth and ticket chopper, wooden restroom doors on each side. The walls on the platforms are clad in pink stone at the bottom, followed by white tiles, the name of the station in white letters and blue mosaics, and decorated tiles at the top. The top part is decorated with tiles depicting vines or artistic depictions of a New Amsterdam stapled colonial house with the palisade wall in front of it, which gave today's Wall Street its name.
There is a crossunder about midway along the length of the platforms, and a lesser-used one at the north end. At street level are faux kiosks on the southbound side. A complex underground passageway exists outside the fare control which connects to the Broad Street station on the BMT Nassau Street Line, and to the Wall Street station on the Brooklyn Branch of the IRT Broadway – Seventh Avenue Line. This passageway also leads to the Chase Manhattan Plaza and the old Equitable Building.
The entrances are covered with curved metal roofs painted green. The metal is sculpted with patterns made to resemble wood or leaves.
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