
Like candy to a child, I fail resistance to dirty, gross and gritty alleys. I love them. They are the often neglected backside to commerce and residence; deliveries are made, trash is stored, air ducts converge, kitchen noises waft and textures are abundant (in addition to stench). I cannot simply walk by one without veering within to explore. What stood out for me in Seattle was the fact that the streets and downtown areas are impressively clean for a populous metropolitan locale, but not the alleys, the alleys are just as fantastically “grungy” as any other urban corridor I’ve had the pleasure of getting gum stuck to the sole of my shoes in.