On a rainy Wednesday evening, the only patrons
are drunks and locals; we are
The shops are bicycles chained to iron railings,
burnt-out carousal lights, closed eyes
on a tattooed face.
Rain bathes the streets, but it can’t wash away
history, fish shop stink, curious
Kensington Market, 1922 - Photo by John Boyd
How would you describe the character of your own neighbourhood? What qualities do you like in a neighbourhood (to live in)?