That feeling when you’re lost at the edge of Old Town or Downtown, lost on purpose, meandering, and you stop — arrested by fragrant croissant or coffee or apple tobacco. There’s a narrow lane climbing away. Exhaust stains on washed out walls. Heaped wet dumpsters dripping
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That feeling when you’re lost at the edge of Old Town or Downtown, lost on purpose, meandering, and you stop — arrested by fragrant croissant or coffee or apple tobacco. There’s a narrow lane climbing away. Exhaust stains on washed out walls. Heaped wet dumpsters dripping