Fell’s Point, a 250 year-old waterfront neighborhood in Baltimore, has a colorful history, but as Yogi Berra might say, it's all in the past. Once a shipbuilding center and working-class home to German, Polish, Irish, and Eastern European immigrants, it’s now a popular tourist destination, with trendy shops, restaurants, over a hundred bars and pubs, and a growing number of luxury condos. Sort of Baltimore’s version of New York's then-and-now Lower East Side.
It still has the Broadway Market, sort of. One of the oldest (1786) public markets in the city, originally a farmer’s market, it now consists of two long sheds with vendors selling seafood, deli and baked goods. Before it was renovated in 2011, the South Shed looked like a place you weren’t supposed to enter, with its two windowless, unmarked wooden doors. An article in the Baltimore Sun about the renovation said that now "The refurbished south shed is light and airy…"
Before the South Shed became light and airy, there was a pub at it’s back entrance, a place for beer and not much else. It was dark and the conversation muted, a neighborhood joint that had escaped the notice of the out-of-towners. It was a place where mostly older men would drink and tell stories and talk about how the world and the Orioles were going to hell. I’m not sure what it’s like now; I think I’ll just remember it as it was when I took this photograph.
Yogi Berra did once say, “That place is so popular, nobody goes there anymore."
It still has the Broadway Market, sort of. One of the oldest (1786) public markets in the city, originally a farmer’s market, it now consists of two long sheds with vendors selling seafood, deli and baked goods. Before it was renovated in 2011, the South Shed looked like a place you weren’t supposed to enter, with its two windowless, unmarked wooden doors. An article in the Baltimore Sun about the renovation said that now "The refurbished south shed is light and airy…"
Before the South Shed became light and airy, there was a pub at it’s back entrance, a place for beer and not much else. It was dark and the conversation muted, a neighborhood joint that had escaped the notice of the out-of-towners. It was a place where mostly older men would drink and tell stories and talk about how the world and the Orioles were going to hell. I’m not sure what it’s like now; I think I’ll just remember it as it was when I took this photograph.
Yogi Berra did once say, “That place is so popular, nobody goes there anymore."
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