The detour lasted two hours. Two hours walking east from the salon into the ghetto. It was a very scary neighborhood and no one smiled. I flashed brand name clothing, and a cell phone. I expected the worst; but maybe that’s just who I am. I ended up calling a friend to guide me by google or mapquest. Fortunately, almost painlessly, he was able to guide me to a park nearby the shops. Gilbert Park just south of the shops had an amazing dock. The sights from the dock were breathtaking. I had wished being there sharing the sight and experience of this old town with those dearest to me. At the end of the day taking the “limousine” home I realized a pain coming from my feet. I noticed my sandals had chaffed the skin so much, there were gashes. The cost of looking good.