Friday, October 9, 2009

Seven Days in Baltimore (Day ix)

Baltimore is, among other things, a city of row houses. My friend, who was living there at the time and had grown up nearby, said some rows were more dangerous than others. I often found it hard to tell the difference, but she knew, block by block.

Some of the row houses were near the water. Although the people living near the water seemed neither to be fisherman nor port workers, real estate prices of waterfront property were high. People wanted to live close to the water for other reasons, it seemed.

People also wanted to eat there, and drink there. On a sunny afternoon such as this, you didn't mind if you were among rows and rows of people, drinking a beer or glass of wine and looking out at the parked boats. While I am not sure why, I felt the parked boats to be more attractive than the parked cars.

Like the houses (and the people and the cars), they were in rows.