However, the extreme contrast of the peaceful Emma’s voice and the third world neighborhood surroundings created melancholy emotion. Similar to the title of the song I was listening to, once upon a time, the town had its Renaissance period; Things like street lights and big buildings were old, but they didn’t look cheap. I could not find the antique shop I was looking for, so I made a couple of detours, and I finally found it. However, since there was no parking lot, I had to go to public parking across the street. Then, I had to walk a hundred yards to get to the shop. Walking a street like that was truly fearful in Detroit even in daytime, but there was something that told me it was okay to take a walk with an expensive camera on my neck. Anyway, my instinct made me keep looking at my back as an African meerkat. There were a few homeless people with grocery carts, but no hazardous elements.
The building I was walking to was a simple rectangular shape with antique detailed ornaments around its windows. I guess it was once a fancy condominium. A fenced vacant lot in front of the building made the hood seem even more desolate. One corner of the building wall was filled with ugly graffiti. The building was combined with two different buildings connected together; the big one was white-painted brick building, and the smaller one was a red brick building. The red one had faded soot around its windows. I thought there had been a serious fire long ago. There were many traffic signs around the building with scribbled notes on some of them. Above the main entrance, it said, ‘Architectural Treasure’ in black paint on white background. Next to the main entrance, an eerie clown face about five feet tall was laughing at me. As tall as the scary face, a big yellow pencil that had red eraser on the other side diagonally stood next to the clown.
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