Photo Hunt 55: Rare

by tracy on April 29, 2007

Thirty years ago, when I lived in the far West Village, the only people on the street late at night were the guys working in the meat markets and the transvestite hookers whose cat fights were more entertaining than TV. I always felt very safe. What would a transvestite want with me? And the beefy armed men in their bloody smocks were as good protection as a young girl could ask for. It was a great neighborhood back then, even if it did smell something awful in the slow aired days of August.

Today most of the meat market is gone. Its derelict cobblestone streets overflow with tourists, or hip dentists from New Jersey, who come to eat at the trendy restaurants or shop at the twee little pet boutiques and minimalist furniture stores. When I went out with my camera, I was afraid I would be mistaken for one of them. As if. I’m not rich enough or thin enough or young enough. As far as this neighborhood goes, I might as well be put out to pasture.

But I don’t eat meat anymore, either.

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Teena April 29, 2007 at 9:55 pm

It’s sad when neighbourhoods change.

Mine’s up too 🙂

meeyauw April 30, 2007 at 5:59 am

I love your commentary, it is true and pithy observation. The photos complement it so well. You and I live in completely opposite worlds.

Tipitina April 30, 2007 at 2:39 pm

Incredible stuff. Kinda reminds me of the signs at the German pork stores in the town in which I grew up. They all had a cartoon of a smiling pig. I never understood why a pig in those circumstances would smile so gleefully.

Or maybe it’s just me.

High Strangeness Altoona May 1, 2007 at 4:04 pm

No meat for me either – great take on some signage history. Great photo – here’s my photo hunt post.

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