Day 1 . . .
We were in Detroit this week-end and it was there I fell in love. With Detroit.
Who knew that in the first hour or so I was to meet R, he of the 313 tattoo?
“Come on Princess, bring your camera and I’ll show you where I live . . .”
He promised me that by the time he was finished with me I would have no battery left on the camera. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to take him up on his offer to give me a guided tour of Detroit by night but for now it was a tour of what had once been a goods depot and where he now lives with others.
Such was my introduction to Detroit, a city whose demise is widely known of but in my humble opinion very much exaggerated. But what do I know?
I do know that a week-end in Detroit is not enough.
More details later!