Several lifetimes ago I actually occasionally visited Ybor City by choice at night for a multi-month stretch. I remember knowing of this "secret" location to park for free thinking it very clever. As a lifelong non-drinker I did not go there for any particular liquid, but for concerts and even sometimes, if one can fathom it, to dance in rock clubs (Empire!). I have long since retired from dancing, so this visit in broad daylight to Ybor City was to scout locations for an upcoming car photography gig. This lead to a most unusual mini-set of photos with a brick wall theme.
Nobody noticed me hanging out behind this warehouse & "showroom." You could feel the oldness of the place just standing next to it. It was still functioning in some capacity though as you can see a truck picking up or dropping something off. I stood there wondering, "is there really any glory in tagging a dumpster?"
Along another road the brick walls of this building seemed to stretch the entire block. No tags to be seen on its walls though, which I guess means whoever the owner is that person commands a lot of respect. The white vehicle would be mine. In this part of Ybor City the brick just goes on and on making one feel strongly confined, as if in a drivable prison.
There was a way out of all these walls . . . and you could even hop a train to the modernity of downtown Tampa! One rumbled by me giving me a good scare just as I finished making this panorama shot.
It was a pleasant reacquaintance with Ybor City this afternoon . . .