190th Street (IND Eighth Avenue Line)

190th Street (IND Eighth Avenue Line)

190th Street (originally 190th Street – Overlook Terrace) is a station on the IND Eighth Avenue Line of the New York City Subway, served by the A train at all times. It is located on Fort Washington Avenue about 240 meters (260 yards) north of 190th Street. The station is near Fort Tryon Park and Mother Cabrini Shrine in the Hudson Heights neighborhood of Washington Heights. The Cloisters medieval art museum, a branch of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, is located in the park, about a 10-minute walk north from the station.

The station has two tracks and two side platforms. It is 140 feet (43 m) below the surface due to the very high hills of Washington Heights. Because of this, there is a bank of elevators to Fort Washington Avenue with an additional exit through the side of the hill leading to Bennett Avenue that allows easy access to the Fort George neighborhood of Washington Heights. Although this is an extremely deep station, the Bennett Avenue entrance is actually at a lower elevation than the platforms, so the ramp slopes down. The elevators can be used by pedestrians going between Bennett and Fort Washington Avenues without paying a fare.

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