One of my least favorite aspects of travel is when you see our homogenized corporate global culture. I really don't need 7-11, McDonalds, Starbucks, or Kentucky Fried Chicken when I'm on the other side of the globe.
But just when you wonder if the globe is becoming one color too quickly, you wander down a narrow alley and find that unique sense of place. The type of thing that exists this way in only one place in the world.
These narrow jetties were filled with the most amazing homes, and the woodwork was done in such a way that it almost feels like a neighborhood hardwood floor. Neighbors are out in their doorways, visiting, as the smells of dinner and ocean, the smells of many people and the fresh breeze all mingle into something to which a photo cannot do justice.
I felt greatly privileged to be led into this small "family" alley by a colleague here who was raised in this area and loves to share these hidden treasures. I felt a bit voyeuristic as we walked by open doors leading to small simple, impeccably kept homes.
Ah, travel!
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