Went out to dinner once in the Italian Market. There was a lot down the street, empty. We always parked there for free.
One night we go and there was a homeless guy sitting there collecting money for parking. We paid him.
Thanks for reminding me of one of the things I love about old cities in this country — especially old poor cities: Painted signs. Detroit is, like, a festival of painted-on-walls signage, much of it misspelled, all of it interesting:
D.H. Wheels
“We do not buy or sell stolen tires or rims.”
Damn, I dont ever remember having to pay to park there, its been awhile though geeze..what next? having to pay these damn bugs to get off my computer screen? (in the desert)
Rebecca Regnier says
December 3, 2008 at 8:19 amThe extra buck is for the texture and sense of place the mustard yellow graffiti wall provides your photos. I’m sure that’s what they were thinking.
Philly says
December 3, 2008 at 8:38 amWent out to dinner once in the Italian Market. There was a lot down the street, empty. We always parked there for free.
One night we go and there was a homeless guy sitting there collecting money for parking. We paid him.
MariaV says
December 3, 2008 at 9:33 amThis reminds me of a parking lot in Fort Apache the Bronx.
Nance says
December 3, 2008 at 12:23 pmThanks for reminding me of one of the things I love about old cities in this country — especially old poor cities: Painted signs. Detroit is, like, a festival of painted-on-walls signage, much of it misspelled, all of it interesting:
D.H. Wheels
“We do not buy or sell stolen tires or rims.”
Half Assed Kitchen says
December 3, 2008 at 1:38 pmOpen Air market? That sounds fun. Do they sell scarves there?
Reeb says
December 3, 2008 at 2:16 pmI think I parked in this lot once, but it was in Wales at the time. Looks just like it.
Catherine McP says
December 3, 2008 at 9:32 pmDamn, I dont ever remember having to pay to park there, its been awhile though geeze..what next? having to pay these damn bugs to get off my computer screen? (in the desert)