I don't know who makes the decision to name a place "Cabbagetown," but I would like to meet them and shake their hand. Furthermore, I would like to shake the hand of and photograph those who illustrate the walls of the Krog Street tunnel with imagination and wonder. These murals are constantly changing, even in the months between my visit with Juliette and my summer adventure. Even as I grow sad for the loss of one of my favorite patches of color, I simultaneously learn to love the replacement for its curiosity.
No matter how many times you reinvent yourself, I will always adore you, Cabbagetown.
(Sorry about the semi-poor quality of the photos, they were edited on an iphone)
Long live the ATL! Come back soon!