I will say that I have been on this route for months and see different things each time. I had once believed that you only need a few days to get to know a city. But you really need much longer to notice the small things about everyday life.
If you’re an adult male you drive. So to see a man on a bike, (one that’s too small for him), is unusual. And moreover it’s too damn hot to ride around in that outfit. Obviously his other transportation is a Porsche.
Street produce, there’s a subculture of vendors who come out with fruits and try to sell from pushcarts. They are illegal so they run if they see a police car. Like what will the police do? Eat all the fruit?
Just less than a block from the hospital is this large empty lot surrounded by walls, seemingly guarded, and always with comings and goings. Now that I have asked, it has been explained that this is a cemetery. And now I can see that there are flat headstone markers.
Here’s another big empty lot. I note it because in one paranoid moment there was a guy following me on the street one evening. There’s never anyone walking when I walk and never anyone walking where I walk. I’m from NY and street wary, carrying a camera and of course paranoid. There’s a matter of personal space.
When you live in a dessert city with millions of cars and it never rains, you may wonder about the dust. What I wonder about is the fact that I see no car wash places. Instead I see people standing with bucket of water ready and willing to wash your expensive car. How do they keep from scratching the finish?