L’s favorite things on the block where our friends live and we are staying are this pile of old tires with some beer bottles inside some of them and busted-up food truck he is obsessed with that in it’s better days sold Jamaican food. 
There is a bar down the road called “Last Chance”. It is real deal, with clinking glasses containing dark liquid of some kind on its peeling sign.
But this city is great not least because a couple of assistant professors could afford a place to own here, and their home is pretty and full of books that I would love to lock myself in their top floor sunny room with for a couple of months.