I seldom see anyone except gardeners . The wide streets are empty . No sidewalks . I almost feel like an intruder . If anyone were home I imagine that they would be watching me through the curtains , wondering , suspicious .
Who lives in these houses ? What kind of jobs do they have to bring in the money to keep them up . They are all well kept up . I sometimes think it’s just a set , a facade . Someday I might walk past the security gate of one of them and look behind . Is it just a facade ? Would it collapse in a strong wind ? A show only ? For what purpose ?
I noticed that the mailboxes in this neighborhood are solid . Secure . Don’t mess with our mailbox !
Not every house is protected by a gate and a fence, but many are . Most of the gates and fences are decorative . They send a message , I suppose . What is it , money , security , exclusion ? I will leave the exploration of that theme for another time .