I loved Inman Park from the start. It was a stone's throw from Downtown and a hop-skip and a jump to Decatur. It was a nice blend of urbaness, local-community, with good eats and drink abounding and a host to many festivals and events.
Savi Urban Market aka home of the Sea Salt Chocolate Chip Cookie, was around a hundred yards from the condo. They were a wonderful shop that supported local foods and vendors, hosted wine and beer tastings, have a great little deli area, where Skye would eat everyday if she could.
Barcelona, the restaurant we ended up on a very regular basis was actually in the condo-complex building.
I began to associate the smell of a wood burning oven to leaving the house in the early evening, an interesting juxtapose to living in suburban Atlanta, I would say.
We finally made it over to the East Lake Farmers market. We had already been to two markets that week and were about to embark on our road trip so we were checking things out more than actually shopping.
Although we did pick up a really cute ELF T-shirt that Skye has been wearing whilst on the road.
It was a very small, very local market. One in its infancy encompassing many of the goals and ideals I support.
I had growlers from Ale Yeah and Hop City and would sometimes get refills from Savi.
But oftentimes I would be lazy and just pick up a six-pack of the local favorite, Sweet Water. One of their seasonals, Road Trip seemed like a good one to knock back as I packed.
I never did like the post-industrial style of our condos and I usually do like that kind of thing design, but it just didn't work in this case and I think it made people feel like they were living in a prison complex, just my take.
The Green Belt was a concept that I love and what Atlanta has achieved with it thus far is wonderful. The reality of living with them as they finish building it, with the trucks and noise and dust and....well it was unfortunate that we never got to utilize the trail that would connect us to Piedmont Park and beyond after so many month of "beep, beep, beep" of construction trucks backing up and "clunk, clunk, clunk" jack hammers breaking up hard-packed dirt and concrete.