Waiting for the ride home

Day 3 of project rebuild.

If my Blips were anything to go by I spend all of my time in transit. Not true. But today I did walk a fair way. I had to get some nails and sealant for the project so I walked into the Barras. They didn't have what I was looking for so they sent me in deeper to the East end.

Now I'm not a depressive, but if I hadn't had happy music to listen to it may have put me over the edge. I took some pictures, and indeed I might replace this with one of them, but I haven't recovered enough yet. *I've recovered now, this is the new one*

I feel like this sums up the Barras. A background of hard work, tradition, and tradesmen. It's been neglected, it's starting to crumble, and the weeds are taking over. And graffiti, lots of graffiti.