the Inner Harbor

The day was moving at turtle’s pace, the previous night’s bottle of wine was hindering my need to get out and explore Baltimore. I turn on the TV to check the weather, finding it to be mostly overcast with periodic showers.

Hot, muggy and wet. Seemed idyllic for seeing the Inner Harbor.

The inner harbor is full of shops and restaurants, seemingly all tourist traps. I find myself more suited to following the pier’s edge, staring at schools of fish swimming in circular motion, and gaze upon the occasional ghost ship anchored here and there.

The rain cools my face as the sweat makes my back sticky. After a few hours of aimless wandering, I find myself crisscrossing between main streets and side street alleyways as I take my time going back to the hotel. It is in this pursuit that I find a gem that sums up Baltimore for me perfectly.

A beautiful piece of artwork in an alley where no one would expect to look.

For me, that allegory is much like the city of Baltimore itself.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?