#streetplanning

[hexjulia]

playing guesswhere too much will have you feel inferior for mistaking the rooftops of german houses for english ones...wrong shape wrong colours that is NOT the streetplan of a german city how could you.

#no streetview for this app you WILL recognise athens from the air or feel like a dumbass

[gallant-char]

the artistry of the car crash us limited by laws and shortsighted streetplanning. we could see collisions unparalleled in speed and angle

#gallant char #char aznable #gundam 79 #gundam origin #chars counterattack #gundam #the red comet

[rabbitcruiser]

Public Art, Lisbon (No. 6)

The Baixa (Downtown), also known as the Baixa Pombalina (Pombaline Downtown) is a neighborhood in the historic center of Lisbon, Portugal. It consists of the grid of streets north of the Praça do Comércio, roughly between the Cais do Sodré and the Alfama district beneath the Lisbon Castle, and extends northwards towards the Rossio and Figueira squares and the Avenida da Liberdade (Lisbon), a tree-lined boulevard noted for its tailoring shops and cafes.

The Pombaline Baixa is an elegant district, primarily constructed after the 1755 Lisbon earthquake. It takes its name from Sebastião José de Carvalho e Melo, 1st Marquis of Pombal, the prime minister to Joseph I of Portugal from 1750 to 1777 and key figure of the Enlightenment in Portugal, who took the lead in ordering the rebuilding of Lisbon after the 1755 earthquake. The Marquis of Pombal imposed strict conditions on rebuilding the city, and the current grid pattern strongly differs from the organic streetplan that characterised the district before the earthquake.

Source: Wikipedia      

#Monument to the Calceteiro by Sérgio Stichini #Restauradores Square #Lisboa #Lisbon #King John I by Leopoldo de Almeida #Praca da Figueira #São Jorge Castle #mosaic #architecture #public art #sculpture #cityscape #evening light #façade #tourist attraction #landmark #Portugal #vacation #travel #summer 2021 #Southern Europe #downtown #original photography

[urbandesign-lab]

Follow @urbandesign.lab Guanabara Institute of Environmental Education Project by: Efraim Mateus DM for credits/Removal. . . . . Photoshop Masterclass (2 Days Integrated Workshop) Session Details: • Day 1: 18th of February, 2023 | Urban Mapping • Day 2: 19th of February, 2023 | 3D Urban Visualization 🔗Registration link in the bio Limited Seats available! Early Bird registration ends on 12th February, 2023 . . . . #citiesforpeople #citydesign #landscapeplanning #citybuilder #urbanlandscapes #cityparks #citygreen #urbangrowth #publicspaces #placemakingdesign #cityscapes #urbanstreets #cityplanninglife #urbanparks #architecturedesign #cityparkdesign #parkplanning #urbanparksdesign #designforcities #streetdesignideas #urbanarchitect #urbanplanningideas #urbanpark #architecturelover #landscapedesigner #citylandscape #streetplanning #citiesforfuture #parkdesigner #urbanparkdesign (at Guanabara) https://www.instagram.com/p/CokQGv9vbSp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#citiesforpeople #citydesign #landscapeplanning #citybuilder #urbanlandscapes #cityparks #citygreen #urbangrowth #publicspaces #placemakingdesign #cityscapes #urbanstreets #cityplanninglife #urbanparks #architecturedesign #cityparkdesign #parkplanning #urbanparksdesign #designforcities #streetdesignideas #urbanarchitect #urbanplanningideas #urbanpark #architecturelover #landscapedesigner #citylandscape #streetplanning #citiesforfuture #parkdesigner #urbanparkdesign

[hwasif]

#culturaltruck #pakistanitruckart #pakistanitruck #thepoetslist #psltruck #pakistanistreetart #backtobasics #streetartphoto #streetart #streetfighter #streetplan #travel #travelphotography #travelblogger #traveling #travelgram #travelholic #travels #traveldeeper #capturethemoment #p3insta #dawn_dot_com #dawndotcom #dawndotcompk #wu_pakistan #pakistan #pakistan_pics #jehlum https://www.instagram.com/p/BwAgnupAJpr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8zt0cosgr19r

#culturaltruck #pakistanitruckart #pakistanitruck #thepoetslist #psltruck #pakistanistreetart #backtobasics #streetartphoto #streetart #streetfighter #streetplan #travel #travelphotography #travelblogger #traveling #travelgram #travelholic #travels #traveldeeper #capturethemoment #p3insta #dawn_dot_com #dawndotcom #dawndotcompk #wu_pakistan #pakistan #pakistan_pics #jehlum

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The New York Times's chilling multimedia package on China's use of "smart city" tech to create an open-air prison

One of my mottoes is that the important thing about tech isn't what it does, it's who it does it to, and who it does it for; this is especially important in discussions of "smart city" tech, which can easily be turned to systems of population-scale surveillance, control and oppression.

China's imprisonment of up to 1,000,000 ethnic minority Muslims in concentration camps in Xinjiang province is well known, but less-well-understood are the systems of oppressive technology that are being deployed outside of these prison camps: mandatory mobile malware that spies on every step you take, used in combination with DNA-level surveillance and other tools.

In a chilling, beautifully reported multimedia package, the New York Times's Chris Buckley, Paul Mozur and Austin Ramzy paint a picture of life in Kashgar, a historically significant city in Xinjiang where the majority of the population are drawn from predominantly Muslim ethnic minorities: Uighurs, Kazakhs, and Tajiks.

If Xinjiang is the living lab for oppressive technologies that China eventually rolls out across the whole country (and then sells to belt-and-road client states around Asia and Africa), then Kashgar is the lab for trialing new oppressive techniques before they are rolled out across Xinjiang.

The report paints a picture of a city forested with CCTVs, indoors and outdoors, where checkpoints every 100m are used to verify facial recognition biometrics and to spot-check that each person is running mandatory state malware on their mobile devices. The checkpoints are often staffed by Uighurs who are complicit in the oppression of their neighbors -- there just aren't enough Han Chinese in Xinjiang to accomplish this kind of artisanal, hand-crafted retail oppression. Whole, ancient neighborhoods have been razed to the ground and rebuilt to new streetplans that are easier to surveil and control.

People who are taken away to concentration camps lose everything -- including their children. Children of imprisoned people are kidnapped to orphanages, where they are subjected to harsh brainwashing to purge them of their parents' faith. Schoolchildren are quizzed about their parents' religious practices and a slip of the tongue can result in the whole family disappearing. Families also disappear when their neighbors rat them out, either out of fear or to settle some grudge.

The authors make the point that China sells its surveillance tech around the world as a "scalpel," but in Xinjiang, it is a "sledgehammer" -- an overwhelming show of force that is intended to instill terror to such a degree that even attempting to evade it is unthinkable.

https://boingboing.net/2019/04/05/belt-nroad-betatest.html

[curufins-smile]

Stars

Celebrimbor is his father’s son.

(Snapshots in the life of a more Fëanorian Celebrimbor)

Canon compliant, general warnings for canon character death, violence and mentions of torture.

-

Tyelpë is excited. The smithy is a place he has known since he was very young, sat in a corner as a chubby baby on a blanket, smashing away at things with a soft toy hammer in imitation of his father. And now, he is to be instructed in how to make his first item of jewellery.

He spends a long time carving out the mould, attempting to get every detail right. It’s difficult to carve it into the wood, but he wants to do his absolute best to show Father and Grandfather that he can follow in their footsteps. Father presides over him as he carefully removes the crucible with the molten silver from the roaring furnace, then pours it into the mould.

After a short while, Father tells him to tap the design out of the mould and carefully quench it in the trough of cold water kept for that purpose.

Finally, Tyelpë holds his creation in his hands. “It’s- It’s wonky!” Tyelpë says in disappointment. Grandfather and Father come over to look.

Grandfather raises an eyebrow. “It’s a first attempt!” he says, plucking the silver from Tyelpë’s hands to inspect it. “And for a first attempt, it’s a very good one! I’ve had apprentice hopefuls who give me worse things than this.”

At his side, Father is nodding happily. “This is wonderful Tyelpë! A lovely design choice, and an excellent start.”

Their praise helps, but Tyelpë is still unsatisfied. The design is an eight-pointed star, but certain parts of the mould hadn’t filled properly, and some areas hadn’t been carved with the precision necessary so the finished product is wonky.

Still, their pride creates a warmth in his chest.

“Yes, and it’s a difficult choice for a first time,” Grandfather is saying. “Very well done, Tyelpë.” He places the piece back in Tyelpë’s hands, pats him on the head and returns to his work.

Father stays. “What will you do with it?” he asks.

Tyelpë hasn’t thought about it. “I’m not sure,” he says. “I was going to show Uncle Turco and everyone else but after that I don’t know.”

“If it’s alright with you,” Father says, “I would very much like to have it. Your grandfather kept my first piece, and I would very much like to have yours.”

Tyelpë blushes. “Of course! But, wouldn’t you rather have something else I do later, that’s better?”

Father’s eyes are warm as he takes the star from Tyelpë. “No, there’s nothing I’d rather have than this.”

-

Great Grandfather is dead, and the world is dark now. Tyelpë’s father and uncles have sworn an unbreakable oath to retrieve the Silmarils and have their vengeance on Moringotto, or die trying and be damned to eternal darkness.

“We will have to leave,” says Father. “Already we make for Alqualondë to petition Olwë for his ships.”

Tyelpë nods, still feeling numb from everything that has happened. He was in the house with Great Grandfather and the others when he came. He remembers seeing the sky turn black, then hearing the shouts, then running to see Uncle Nelyo and Uncle Káno kneeling next to the body, blood pooling around them.

Great Grandfather is dead, and Grandfather is mad with grief. Tyelpë wants to climb into Grandfather’s lap to receive warm cuddles and to attempt to give succour, but Grandfather has gone already to Alqualondë. So he hugs Father instead.

Gently, Father asks, “Will you come with us?”

“Of course I will,” Tyelpë replies before even thinking. “I need to say goodbye to Mother first but of course I’ll come with you.”

Tyelpë only sees his mother twice a week. He loves her, but staying with her as opposed to leaving with his father is almost inconceivable.

His father leans over to pat him on the head, and his necklace swings out from beneath his tunic. The lumpy eight pointed star pendant on it gleams in the lamplight.

“I will come with you,” says Father, “and then we will journey to Alqualondë together to meet everyone.”

-

It is cold, and Tyelpë is hungry. Himlad has fallen now, in the Dagor Bragollach, and its people wander now, their path blocked on several sides. The lands the refugees travel through are barren and even Uncle Turco is not returning with much to eat.

Huan whines next to him, and Tyelpë huddles closer to his warm fur. Spitted over the fire are two sad looking birds that Uncle Turco managed to shoot down. He shares his catch with the others in their group, and this is what is left for them. It’s not very much after days of walking, and more to come.

Father drops a whole bird into his hands. It is warm, and greasy with cooked fat and is everything Tyelpë has ever wanted.

“Wait,” he says, “what about you and Uncle Turco?”

“We’re sharing,” says Father, in a tone that brooks no argument. He fishes for his knife to slice the other bird in half.

Next to him, Uncle Turco nods. “Yeah, we can manage. We’ll feel better knowing that you have a full stomach,” he says.

Tyelpë tries to offer a leg to Huan who huffs and whaps him with his tail, before giving up and eating the whole thing. His stomach silenced, he lies back to stare at the stars above them, the night lit by the light of Tilion. He is asleep in minutes.

-

The corridors of Nargothrond are silent, save for Tyelpë’s own frantic footsteps as he runs to Father and Uncle Turco’s quarters. He reaches them, to be met by Father exiting, carrying his pack.

“No,” says Father before Tyelpë can even speak. “You’re not coming.”

“I have followed you through fire and blood,” says Tyelpë. “I will follow you even now.”

“I said no,” replies Father. He reopens the door, and gestures Tyelpë inside. Uncle Turco is packing a few last items, and looks up when they enter. “Turco agrees with me. You’re staying.”

Tyelpë’s fists clench, and he fights back tears. “But I-“ he starts, interrupting himself with a sob. He should not be crying, he is an adult many times over. But the thought of being left here alone is almost overwhelming.

He starts as he is hugged both front and back. Father is shorter than him now, by a long way, and his arms wrap around Tyelpe’s chest, while Uncle Turco loops his around Tyelpë’s shoulders from behind him.

“I do not do this lightly,” Father says, voice wavering.

“Nor I,” Uncle Turco murmurs quietly.

“I want you to stay safe,” Father says. “I want to fight knowing that you are in a safe place, and that I can rest easy. You have no Oath. I would never retract this Oath for myself, but you are not bound by it as we are. Please, stay here.”

Tyelpë swallows, and gently returns his father’s embrace. “They will not trust me. Why would they let me stay?”

Father looks up, and he is crying. “There is a way,” he says, “though I do not like it.”

Tyelpë knows what he will say before the words leave his lips.

“You must denounce us,” says Uncle Turco behind him. “Say that you renounce our actions and that you will not leave with us because you think we were wrong.”

“No!” cries Tyelpë. “I don’t want to-“

“Please,” begs Father. “I need you to stay here. I need you to stay safe.”

Tyelpë is crying now too, and he can feel wetness seeping into his hair from where Uncle Turco’s face is pressed into it.

“Will they even believe me?” he asks finally.

Father scoffs, breaking the hug to wipe at his eyes. “They are weak-willed fools here, so simple minded that anyone with the slightest bit of authority can sway them. They will believe you.”

Tyelpë wipes his own eyes on his sleeve as Uncle Turco breaks the embrace too, to finish packing. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he says.

“You can,” says Father, “for us.”

-

He hears of his father’s death on a clear morning, and it is like a punch to the gut. Uncle Nelyo’s face is grim.

“I came to find you,” he says. “It was difficult but I managed to locate you in the end. I wanted to tell you personally.”

Tyelpë nods. “And Uncle Turco and Uncle Moryo too?” he asks.

“Yes,” says Uncle Nelyo. He holds out his arm, and pulls Tyelpë into a one-handed hug. His armour is cold against Tyelpë’s skin, but it is still a comfort. After a while, Uncle Nelyo pulls away, reaching into a pocket to remove a chain with a lumpy eight pointed star on it. Tyelpë recognises it immediately, and his heart sinks at the full proof of his father’s demise.

“We took it off his body,” says Uncle Nelyo, as if from a great distance as Tyelpë reaches for the pendant. “I thought you might want it.”

Tyelpë looks up into Uncle Nelyo’s impassive gaze. “Thankyou,” he says, moving to clasp it around his own neck. “I appreciate your forethought.”

Uncle Nelyo claps his gauntleted hand onto his shoulder. “It’s what he would have wanted. What will you do now?”

“I think,” says Tyelpë, “I will go East. I am done here.”

Uncle Nelyo nods. “His last words were that he was glad that you were not there.”

Tyelpë watches Uncle Nelyo return to his guards and climb onto his horse. “I know he was,” he says, and even though it is true, he does not hurt any less.

-

“What is that?” Narvi asks, blunt as always.

“What is what?” Celebrimbor replies, distractedly. They are drawing up plans for the doors of Khazad-dûm and it will be a shining symbol of their friendship and the relationship between the smiths of the dwarves and the elven crafters of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain, so Tyelpë is paying extra care to the design plans.

“The eight pointed star,” says Narvi. “You’re putting it on these doors, you wear a slightly wonky version around your neck, and don’t think I haven’t noticed how the streetplan of Ost-in-Edhil is laid out in a similar shape!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Celebrimbor says, smiling. “They’re laid out in a nice geometric pattern that just happens to coincide with an eight pointed star.”

Narvi laughs. “Oh, of course! But I mean it, what is it?”

“At one point, everyone would have known it,” Celebrimbor says, tracing the star on the door plans. “It is the symbol of my house, of my father and my grandfather.”

“Ah, of Fëanor?” Narvi asks. “I had heard of his star before but I did not think to link it.”

“Yes,” replies Celebrimbor. “I always thought it was a shame he did not live long enough to meet any dwarves. He would have loved your people.”

“Really?” asks Narvi, laughing again. “You are not just saying this to get on my good side, are you?”

“No, I swear!” says Celebrimbor. “You are a people whose language is sacred, who value craft and smithing above other things. He would have loved to meet you.”

-

He does not know how long he has been here. Time has blurred into a constant mess of pain. Annatar- no, Sauron has only allowed him to keep one thing. The pendant with the star, the first thing he created.

Sauron sees it as a mockery, a reminder of Celebrimbor’s beginnings and also enjoys the symbolism of allowing the last of the House of Fëanor to wear an imperfect version of the eight pointed star.

Celebrimbor does not let him see the warmth it brings him to still have it, here in Barad-dûr. Sauron has attempted seduction, has attempted niceties, has tried torture. Still, Celebrimbor holds fast.

“Look at me,” Sauron says, tilting his head up from where he kneels with the toe of a boot. Sauron sits enthroned above him, a mocking smile on his face. “Still you deny me, despite all this pain. Where are the rings?”

Celebrimbor shakes his head, and is knocked backwards as Sauron’s boot kicks him in his throat, and Sauron rises to tower above him, one foot on his heaving chest.

“You are a fool, Celebrimbor,” the Dark Lord says, pressing down until Celebrimbor’s ribs ache. “A naïve fool. You were so innocent and ignorant, and your trust was so easy to gain and your city so easy to take.”

Celebrimbor begins to laugh, and does not stop until the hall is echoing with his hysterics. Sauron removes his foot to kneel down and wrench Celebrimbor’s head up by his pendant.

“What is so funny?” he hisses, and Celebrimbor gasps his reply out, looking into those sulphurous eyes.

“You really think I didn’t know?” he laughs. “How naïve. You think you fooled me so completely? If you had, there would be no rings that you did not know of.” He chokes as Sauron twists the chain tighter in his anger. “Whose son am I? I knew the moment you came to me that you were not as you seemed, and what followed was almost directly from my father’s playbook. I knew, and now you will never find the three.”

Enraged, Sauron pulls the necklace even tighter, and Celebrimbor can feel himself dizzying. He does not fight it, and welcomes the rushing darkness as his spirit finally slips free of Sauron’s grip, all necromancy forgotten in the Dark Lord’s blind rage. His last thought is that he hopes his father would be proud.

#silmarillion #tolkien #celebrimbor #curufin #celegorm #narvi #maedhros #sauron #annatar #fanfic #fic #mine #fanfiction #death tw #violence tw #curvo is a good dad and tyelpe loves him

[joenicassio]

You want a plan that is so good that you win the game before you get on the field! #EmployeeEscapePlan #businesscoach #mentor #businessplan #streetplan #marketing #escapeyoursoulsuckingjob http://EmployeeEscapePlan.com

[mobilize]

@StreetPlans #TacticalUrbanism discussion to explore ideas to improve community development, livability, and engagement (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuH-bRXl56w/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vlkq9gc0rlx

#tacticalurbanism

[ai-qa]

What is the culture of pure faraden like? If they need more space than dilute faraden, how do they use that additional space? What history do pure faraden share and how did they come in contact with dilute faraden?

>>Pure faradens need about the same amount of space as dilutes.  While smaller, they tend to have more children and thus have larger families.  Space is thus not much of an issue.

>>They do tend to be, on average, more shy and closed-off, though not to the same degree as psycrhens.  This behavior makes them a bit harder to accompany and understand as they will not so readily show or tell their feelings.  They are, however, very social with each other despite their apprehension around outsider groups.

>>They also tend to show high aptitude for mathematics and the related fields.  For the few areas studying computers and engineering, one will see quite a number of pure faradens in those classes and resulting jobs.

>>Much of the history before The War was forgotten, except the few events leading up to said war.  What we do know is that pure faraden towns were more densely packed with narrower roads and smaller-scale...well, nearly everything.  Much of the pure faradens showed proficiency in planning, both for floorplans and streetplans.  We also know that they preferred to build very close to sources of running water to keep mills working.

>>It is believed that contact was made with dilute faradens from a trade route in the northern towns of pure territory.  It could have just been by chance.  For a while there was some piece between the two groups and trade flourished, both with goods and labor services, though with the passing of time it was observed from both parties that copulation between the two groups always resulted in more dilute faradens, essentially stopping pure family lines from continuing.

>>This alongside dilutes being larger and generally more outgoing and strong compared to pures made pures very uneasy around dilutes from then onward.  Pures were afraid of how easily their family lines could end but also concerned about the loss of those goods and services from the dilutes, who were proficient at farming and resource processing.  Likewise, the dilutes were concerned about the loss of pure faraden planners and machinery which made their lives easier and more efficient.  Some number of dilute faradens did in fact suggest capturing pures and forcing them to work regardless of the consequences they may sustain, though pures did similar around the same time.

>>Both hands were red.

-SYSCAN

#ask #question #concept #faradens #Anonymous

[mystlnewsonline]

MIAMI Realtors Partners to Host Miami Shores Plaza 98 Monthly Events

MIAMI Realtors Partners to Host Miami Shores Plaza 98 Monthly Events

  MIAMI/ DECEMBER 26, 2018 (STL.News)

The MIAMI Association of Realtors (MIAMI) is partnering to host free monthly community events from 5-8 p.m. on Jan. 12, Feb. 9, March 9 and April 13 at Miami Shores’ new community destination, Plaza 98, at 9802 NE 2nd Ave. The events are open to all ages and feature family entertainment and games and food and drink for purchase.

MIAMI, sponsors and volunteers…

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#ap #associated press #Breaking News #Don’t Look Down Productions #Greater Miami Shores Chamber of Commerce #Ines Hegedus-Garcia #Latest news #Local News #MIAMI Realtors Partners #Miami Shores #Miami Shores Community Alliance #Miami Shores Village #Miami-Dade Quick Build Program #national news #news #Plaza 98 #stl.news #Streetplans #The MIAMI Association of REALTORS #TodayNews #us news #World News

[nimblechameleon]

Inspiring #tacticalurbanism presentation from @MikeLydon at #StreetPlans @streetplans @open_streets here at @100rescities #London #resilience #precovery #resilientcities #100rclife #precoverymindset (at London King's Cross Station)

#streetplans #precoverymindset #resilience #100rclife #resilientcities #london #precovery #tacticalurbanism

[rickinmar]

Boston map detail from about 1820, just before Quincy Market was built. Spring Lane was very close to the first settlement, and today is a remnant of the streetplan of 17 th century Boston.

#boston maps #downtown boston

[touristuprising-blog]

Day 5 of my #Balkan adventure started off with me exploring the very #cool Savamala district of #Belgrade, an area running adjacent to the river and packed with period decrepitude, #streetart 🎨and more than a few funky eateries and drinkeries 🌯🍺 Being fond of a good #map 🗺 I particularly liked the front of the Berliner bar with it’s full frontal Berlin streetplan 😎 🙌 (at SavaMala Kolektiv)

#belgrade #streetart #map #balkan #cool

[waltersansavoir]

thoughts on history

in history, there are facts and there are narratives.

a fact is an indisputably evidenced datum. if an archaeologist excavates a town, facts would be that the town exists; that it existed in such and such a place; that its streetplan was so and so; that such and such goods were produced or traded there; etc.

a narrative is the creation of a historian (broadly defined) attempting to work the facts into a theory or story. a narrative will inevitably represent the hopes, fears, concerns, and anxieties of the historian, the time he or she lives in, their cultural milieu, etc.

no one narrative can be any "better" or "worse" than any other, except insofar as relate to the facts. a narrative which contradicts some facts will be inferior to one which incorporates them. the only way to improve history over time is to incorporate more facts into one's narratives.

a fact can also be a fossilized narrative. ancient roman retellings of the myth of romulus and remus don't document the fact of romulus and remus's existence, but they render it a fact that the ancient romans believed this about the foundation of their city.

historians today aren't "better" per se than historians working 100, 500, or 1000 years ago. however, the development of modern archaeology, the wider availability of primary sources, etc means that today's historians are capable of producing "better" (really, more congruent with the facts) narratives about the past.

modern history can also be worse than histories of the past, in that we have more inherited narratives that can distort new narratives about the past. the renaissance/enlightenment narrative of the "dark age" can distort modern histories (especially popular histories) of the european middle ages in a way that was not possible before the dark age narrative's existence.

inherited narratives are not necessarily "wrong", but they all must be weighed carefully for their true worth before being used, and must never be used uncritically.

it is possible for history done today to be better than any history ever done in the past insofar as we have, generally, a larger palette of facts to draw from. history done tomorrow will be potentially better yet. but only if done with proper care.

[soflanights]

#‪BiscayneGreenMIA Opening Get Down ‬#GrandOpening in #DowntownMiami w/ @downtownMIA ‪@prismcreative_ @knightfdn @StreetPlans‬: https://www.soflanights.com/archives/205644 (at Downtown Miami)

#downtownmiami #grandopening