So today we headed into a hot and steamy Detroit for The World African Festival. Which was a bit crap. Unless you like Obama T-shirts and handbags. Neither of which struck me as being very African really. But maybe I'm wrong. Jude bought a hat (pink and floppy) and some CDs for the car (absolutely filthy soul music and quite hilarious)
From there we took the Detroit People Mover too many stops to Greektown - which was also really rather disappointing. So we walked back. But not before being told that the derelict hotel in which I once shot a bunch of fetish models (only photographically alas) isn't actually derelict - or a hotel. I'd been had. Two floors were derelict. The two that I saw. The rest is apartments. And rather nice ones I was told by a sweet but insistent old lady. Wonder what she makes of the 'goings on' below her?
Finally over to Ferndale and Mustang Alley. It's Dream Cruise day which means 40,000 old cars, a 20 mile loop and the car manufacturers in full on automotive pornography mode. Much fun. Saw some friends and clients. Saw lots and lots of Mustangs. Fell in love with the Ford GT all over again - despite what Clarkson and his aftermarket security system may say about it.
Lovely, lovely, lovely
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