I left the hotel, turned right on W Lafayette Boulevard, and followed my feet. I wandered around Detroit alone, and learned a lot about the city. The sleek new buildings and revitalized stalwarts turned into construction zones and eventually, emptiness. With no planned route and no knowledge of the city, I got slightly lost.
You know that feeling when you’re in a known dangerous place, and you end up meandering down a street? And the burnt out buildings, the fragmented sidewalk, the fact there’s no cars around, broken glass underfoot, trash fluttering in the breeze, and a pervading sense of desolation convinces you that you shouldn’t be here?
On my travels, I was asked for $5, $1, my credit card, and drugs. An enterprising gentleman tried to sell me a gold necklace as I was crossing the street. I saw some good graffiti but mostly bad graffiti.
There are so many abandoned buildings, empty lots, and quiet streets. It reminded me of a post-apocalyptic world, when nature starts to reclaim the forgotten cities.
And I’d still like to live there someday.