We set out for a Mexican bakery this morning, getting a mountain of baked goods for just $5 which we took to the riverfront to enjoy, looking over the waters to Canada. Cycling into town, we had a 6 lane main road to ourselves, weaving between the lanes. Apparently the population of Detroit had dropped by two thirds from 2 million to 700 thousand.
We walked along the River Walk, passing the grand General Motors building, standing proud on the river front. Later we visited the Guardian and Fisher buildings, old remnants of more opulent times; high painted ceilings, marble floors and walls, decorated with figures and stained glass. Shops lined the main entrance halls, but it was quiet despite being a Saturday.
We spent the afternoon looking around the history museum, with exhibits detailing Detroit's rise through the motoring industry, it's musical heritage with Motown Records, and a large section for the underground railroad ferrying slaves to emancipation in Canada. The individual stories were particularly interesting, detailing individual contributions and situations where people have saved others from slave hunters seeking a bounty.
We were invited to the neighbours house for a dinner of soup, hotdogs and burgers which was excellent, being invited into their family home, with kids running riot. We talked away the evening, watching a large Mexican party coming to life across the street. We retreated inside as the biting insects became overbearing, and are now talking with Mari. Tomorrow Mari is kindly ferrying us across the waters to Windsor, saving us a 50 mile detour around the lake.
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