The one thing I’ve found over years of travel is that after a while, places begin to look the same, buildings look the same, and the experiences feel the same. But, in every circumstance, the people are always different and this is what makes travel interesting.
Little Five Points is no different. Yes, there’s lots to see here, lots to do, and lots to photograph. But, I found the people here very chatty.
Little Five Points is known for its flashy face and grungy culture. The first thing you see is the Junkman’s Daughter — an alternative clothing shop with somewhat bitchy but loquacious staff. Bookstores, coffee shops, record stores, clothing stores, pizza places, organic food marts, are all in abundance on the main strip.
But as you dig deeper into the community you’ll find less t-shirt/CD/stuff and more poverty. First, there was Bob, trying to sell me CDs for a “donation to the homeless,” then a woman looking for cigarettes and change, and Johnny, who you will meet in another post. All had a story or two to tell, and all were pretty comfortable in their own skin.
Bob even went so far as to thank me for not being rude to him.
“People are rude? Why do you think that is.”
“I dunno. There’s just too much fighting these days. We’re all just fighting each other. I’m just trying to survive. Trying to make my way on the streets.”
The last stop in Little Five Points was OMG Taco, not a bad place for a drink and a meal (but don’t go to their website, it has a virus).
