You know what they say, how life imitates art. Or is it the other way around?
Detroit. A tough, hard working town. Always has been, always will be .
Couldn’t help but notice the similarity of two favorite spots: the Diego Rivera Court of the Detroit Institute of Arts seems to mirror the scenes still to be found on the streets, as evident in summer heat of the Detroit Eastern Market.
If you’ve never seen the frescos of Detroit Industry, a epic 27-panel work painted at the museum in the 1932 as a tribute to the city’s labor force, c’mon, it’s worth the trip . . .
Also worth a walk-about, the Detroit Eastern Market, with its 250 indepedent vendors spread out in an area of 43 acres, has the distinction of being the largest historic public market district in the U.S. Sublime on Flower Days.
Not a fan of ribs, but Bert’s barbeque is irresistible. Brought some home in styrofoam and more permanently in digital camera jpeg format. . . delish blogging and photogging on a Saturday afternoon.