I love this alley. It's in Dinkytown, between the Loring Pasta Bar and Shuang Cheng. I walked by it today, fighting the frigid winter wind after picking up tickets for an upcoming Gary Louris/Mark Olson concert at the Varsity. Every time I walk past this alley I stop and pretend I'm in New York City, because it feels old and yet timeless like so many places in the Big Apple. I can feel another Minnesota artist, Bob Dylan, here, leaning up against the wall of this building he once lived in. The painted brick, the fire escapes, and the absence of any modern buildings in the landscape all lend an historic feel that warms me, even in this arctic cold.
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