In this proud town
Battered and bold
Amid empty spaces
And darkened windows like blind eyes
Come shops and little restaurants
and bars
Glints of life like pea shoots
Pushing through hard rock
Determined, unafraid to flash
A brash smile
Or a history
Of music and muscle cars
Amid broken windows and shells of buildings
Glints some future starting to spread.
Said the pretty waitress with the brilliant tattoo and winking eyes:
“I’m a
Detroiter, and proud to be here.”
And so was I.
LSJ 
Oh, Inday! Thank you, too! Your words and photos touch me deeply. I loved sharing my beloved city with all of you. First, our perfect tapas lunch at La Feria. And later, John King Used & Rare Books was a perfect stop along the way. It was so much fun driving around. Next time we’ll cover even more ground. Perhaps starting with breakfast…