Alleys are life, embodied

Maybe because as a kid in Toronto, I frequently snuck out via the back alley, after climbing out the basement window (don't ask: I probably didn't even have to go through such shenanigans, but I thought it was fun), or for other pyscho-sexual reasons I remain blissfully unaware of, I think alleys are evocative. New York doesn't even have any (which is why garbage strikes are such a big deal there), but Chicago has plenty of intriguing alleys.

AlleyAlley - click for larger version

This particular one is somewhere in the West Loop, probably on Randolph St., but maybe on Washington.

As a kid, my alley was between Baldwin and D'arcy Streets. (Google map thereof). There was also the proximity to Chinatown, which added a certain 'character' of some ineffable dimension

I should probably clean up my run-on sentences, but maybe later....

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