River Road. Looking more like Road than River, today, but still damp and silty. I liked all the tracks in the mud.
I walked by this piece of rusty metal several times before decided to take its pic. (it was on Fourth Street, almost in front of our hotel)
More excellent architectural interest.
Walking east on Market.
Lots of ... emptiness. Boarded-up buildings, parking lots.
It's clear, though, that a lot of people are putting a lot of energy into reviving this part of town. There are lots of buildings that are being renovated. Lots of art galleries; lots of restaurants. I wish them well!
This building looks like it's been put to this use for a long time.
I saw the statues on the sidewalk when I took the pic, but didn't notice the soldiers.....
It looks like they must have everything!
I did notice these, in the 2nd-floor windows, when I was there.
I don't know this.
Hmmm.
This was a bench-sized box, covered in canvas. Can you see the printing?
On top of the bench, it said "sit" with the same sort of "s" that appears below.
I didn't trust it, so I didn't sit on it, but I was intrigued.
Here's a building that is being gentrified. Note the corner has been basically removed, to make a more dramatic entryway.
Another building being brought forward.
I can't imagine how much this must cost. I surely hope they succeed in bringing healthy life to downtown Louisville.
Not sure what's in this building now (if anything), but I'm pretty sure gowns are not part of the current picture.
I ate at The Mayan Cafe.
This is a vegetable plate. I chose the restaurant's signature lima beans, forbidden rice,
seasonal vegetables (sweet potato and carrot, mostly), and malanga cake. With greens and pickled onion.
I was told malanga is a root ("like potato"). It had been cooked and mashed and made into a patty with a bit of Dijon mustard, and sauteed. It was interesting ... definitely not potato, but not with a lot of flavor of its own.
I love sweet potatoes......
After I got back to the computer, I learned that forbidden rice is from Asia, and was "forbidden" because it was so special it was reserved for royalty. I had wondered if it were really rice, as it didn't taste like rice. It was mild, like rice. I thought it might be some other grain -- like "wild rice" which is really not rice. I read that the anthocyanins are really good for you (same color as in blueberries).
The lima beans were sauteed with toasted pumpkin seeds, and were quite tasty.
I also liked the pickled onions.
Mayan food seems to be quite gentle -- not a lot of spicing. I would have liked more pickle -- maybe two kinds of pickle? -- to go with this selection.
After lunch, I walked toward the river, still thinking I might find, and walk on, the pedestrian bridge over the Ohio.
I happened by a parking lot with a lot of this sort of thing. I believe they were fabricating ... large stuff. I could have walked into the big one, without ducking. Large.
I liked the colors and shapes.............
Another crop of the same image.
Ok, enough abstract metal stuff.
Walking north toward the river.
Looking west on Washington Street.
But look what we see if we turn 180 to the east!
A block of revived residences!
These two are so newly renovated that they have not yet begun to be occupied.
As in France, I'm starting to crave a look at the insides...............
Some very little houses along here....
Little, but got up regardless!
Look at the fancy cover over the side entry.
Someone loves this little house. Don't you want to see the inside? I do!
I'm guessing from the multiple electric meters and multiple mailboxes that many of these houses have been broken into multiple units.
This one not as nicely taken care of (yet?), but oh, my, this may be my favorite stained-glass-in-a-house ever.
I want to see the inside of this one. On a winter afternoon, with the sun beaming in through this window......
This house is pristine.....
Walking on, north, toward the Ohio.
Franklin Street is directly north of Washington Street, and it, too, is being brought forward.
After that, though.....
North of Franklin, things just looked ... abandoned.
I added in the fact that the sky was getting darker and darker, and decided to forget the pedestrian bridge and go back to the hotel.
This part of Louisville wasn't as creepy as Carcassonne, but the little voice inside kept saying "I don't like this," and I decided it was smarter to listen than to proceed, pedestrian bridge or no pedestrian bridge.
In order to facilitate reading the Louisville posts in chronological order, I have put a link at the end of each post to the next one. The post after this one is here.
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