Walking down an alleyway, I looked to the side and saw a small river, or rather a channel, with a narrow stream of water stretching straight out. I looked across the oil-covered surface of the water and saw some small wooden bridges, where laundry was hanging out to dry. It's a fun area to walk around.
I wanted to continue to step into the jumbled area along the waterway, but I was disappointed that it seemed difficult to do so. There was no place for people to walk, as the houses were close by. Many times, not only abroad, if you find an alley like this one, you can't get to it.
In areas with dense alleys, the roads are not always laid out in a grid, so it is often difficult to know where the entrance is. And even when you do find what you think is the entrance, it may be in a place that requires courage to enter (I'm basically a chicken), or you may be explicitly told not to come by the locals.
I don't always get to go into the alley I'm planning to enter, but I'm very happy when I'm greeted with a nice smile as a result. Maybe that's the kind of moment I'm looking for when I enter an alley.
December 3, 2020
SONY ALPHA 7R II
ZEISS BATIS 2/40 CF