Strangers are stranger, in someone else’s city.
The smokey stains that gather on stonework seem darker and the chewing gum stuck to the pavement seems stickier and more defiant, in someone else’s city.
The dirt that collects in dried tide on walls, windows, bus stops and doors seems dingier.
People seem colder, ruder, less helpful, too forward or just never quite right when they’re not your people.
Cities are untrustworthy, frightening and to be hurried through by people who don’t love cities.
Like life, cities live up (and down) to expectations.