My street

This is a section of the street I live on. By day, row after row of car repair workshops. By night, by late night, family living rooms. Here, the workplace doubles as the tv room, the study, the place to wash your hair in a plastic wash tub. I can't stop feeling grateful that not only do I not work around the constant smell of paint and glue, but I don't have to come home to it either. Everyone seems pretty happy though...