


I was struck by the whimsy and function of Downtown Provo. There is a shop for everything, repair shops and cute little stores. Statues and signs everywhere beautify and inform. I loved all the flags hanging over the juice shop. There is, of course, the inevitability of rundown parts in downtown. I wandered through an alley where I wouldn't willingly go at night. The presence of of all these metal chairs caught my attention. A parking lot littered haphazardly with crumbling yellow parking blocks made me wonder how long it takes for concrete to wear out.
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