my siblings and i took my parents to a show in chicago. we rarely go into the neighborhoods; we normally spend our time downtown. this time, the theatre was in a neighborhood (lakeview, if you're familiar).
because we're normally on the mag mile or whatever, my parents were charmed by the neighborhood, which is a nice mix of boutiques, restaurants, churches, rowhouses and small, 4 floor, apartment buildings. they asked me who lives in the neighborhood, and i said "white people" but they thought it had a very european air, and insisted it was filled with immigrants. no, mom and dad, it's lousy with white people.
anyhoo, they were peeking into shops and such, and i pointed out, "that's the gap" and "that's hershey's ice cream", like, big deal.
then they were headed toward another brightly lit window, and i had to pull them away. it was the pleasure chest, and i don't need mom and dad asking me what those thingies were for.