At streets.mn we spend a lot of time talking about roads, rails, sidewalks, and bike lanes. We spend a lot of time talking about cities that aren’t Saint Paul. Instead let’s talk about weird stuff in Saint Paul and its alleys.
There’s a lot to appreciate on this back drive. How old are the advertised wolfhounds? Are they as old as the wreath? It’s March. Who designed that retaining wall and gate without a stair case so that bespoke metal steps would have to be installed?
While technically not in an alley I would like to mention to this and the wreath above that it is the end of March.
Nothing says Saint Paul like a poorly plowed brick alleyway.
It doesn’t seem like dribbling is an option on brick.
Ok, sometimes bricks are cool.
If you swing this gate completely open in either direction the tennis balls do not come into contact with anything other than air, protecting nothing. There’s an allegory in there somewhere.
Streets.mn is a non-profit and is volunteer run. We rely on your support to keep the servers running. If you value what you read, please consider becoming a member.