One of the neighbourhood churches had a few wooden chairs made for the summer, complete with cutout crosses. I walk by them every day in my way to work and they make me smile, if only because they are kind of unexpected, especially with the butt cans hanging off the armrests.
I’m guessing someone donated them as the church itself doesn’t seem to have much money. Four or five years ago one of the corner spires got knocked over in a hurricane and smashed the old cast-iron capped stone wall out front and it still hasn’t been fixed. Plus the grass in the lawn has grown into quite the field this summer as it doesn’t get mown. Makes for good habitat for the various downtown birds and insects, though I imagine there are a few rodents hiding out, this being a seaside city. In the middle of the city surrounded by tall towers, this little spot is a nice little respite from the glass, stone, concrete, and cars.
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