The vibe reminds me of New Orleans
My mom turned me on to Kensington in 1973.
Back then you could buy live chickens, pigeons, and rabbits destined for the dinner table. They were stacked in wooden cages not too far from the vegan café that operates there today.
It was different then but some things remain the same. There are still the “stinky cheese” shops, scores of vintage clothing stores, colorful locals, and a total disregard for traffic. The only reason to drive a car through there would be to get to your home, in that case you would know a better route.
The hood is accented with color, attitude and originality
Sonya’s Park on Orchard St. A space with tenacity
I spent hours wandering around, so much to see and do