Sure enough, we found a little seating area meant for people to stop and rest or enjoy their meals. It was one of the few places I’d seen without any anti-homeless architecture, which was a relief. Maybe it was just the shifter in me, but I would never understand why there was such virulent hate for those who were unhoused. I didn’t understand why it was better to spend money on drilling uncomfortable handlebars onto a bench that made it unusable for pretty much everyone instead of helping people find homes.
