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I took another journey to Joyland today. This stretch was along the back of the neighborhood where it abuts I-75. I enjoyed walking through this part of the neighborhood. Areas like this that are along the edge, out of the way, often feel comparatively run down. And maybe there was a little of that. But it generally just felt unselfconscious in a refreshing way. There was a lot of olfactory experience: cinnamon oil wafting from a car, a strong scent of orange juice,  tree blossoms, play-doh.

The streets here are narrow for their era; this may help cultivate a sense of neighborliness.

One curiosity is a “No Trespassing” sign in the middle of a very enticing clearing at the end of the street. It’s not doing a very good job!