Art imitates Blog imitates Life
Mar 5th, 2008 by Marilyn
Baltimore is a city like no other, with more character in its little finger – which is certainly a crab claw – than most cities will ever know. This is not the town that produced John Waters for nothing, you know.
The funky neighborhoods speak American history and thus speak a loud, loud melting pot sound. There is a certain Bawl-mer city drawl of persuasion – smashing crab shells, churning factory stacks, wave-slapping tugboats, and laughter, and talking – and talking, and talking.
If the cobble streets of old Fell’s Point could talk, the language they’d use – well, it’s a good thing they don’t.
My husband has family there, and when we last visited, Josie was small and would watch boats criss-cross the harbor all day. Greg was big but he, too, could watch the boats all day. So we happily rode the water taxis, going neighborhood to neighborhood, each spot more flavorful than the next.
One of the most common and enduring sights on the water in Baltimore is the now-iconic Domino Sugar sign. Fellow House Blogger Corey over at Baltimore Rowhouse recently shared the most beautiful photos of Baltimore; gray city, green parks, and that ever-present Domino sign, lit up at night.
You know how you never think of something for a long time, then suddenly it surrounds you? For about 24 hours Baltimore seemed to resurface everywhere I turned, from blogs to movies, cookbooks to magazines. Even the walls of my own house; maybe it’s no coincidence that we recently hung our favorite Baltimore souvenir, a gift from my traveling in-laws, in the second floor hall. Corey’s dreamy pictorial got me thinking about Baltimore, and the sound of waterside crab shacks, the hum of B & O Railroad tracks, and how deliciously unique that city can be.
I do believe there’s some crab soup in our future.
