I went to Baltimore last weekend. And although I wasn’t there to take a tour of “The Wire” hotspots, you’d think it would be hard to miss “bad neighborhoods” in a city that has become the poster child for them. At least stereotypically speaking.
And yet I did just that. I had a fine time, mind you. I had the most delicious crab cake of my life at LP Steamers. I saw lots and lots of joggers in the Inner Harbor. And without really trying, I wound up in a quaint neighborhood that looks like the West Village but goes by the name Fell’s Point. Apparently I’m going to have to put in some real effort to break out of my bubble.
Fort McHenry: where poet and patriot Francis Scott Key wrote our national anthem.