Cold is stuff below 10°F
I wandered out from my heated car, 30 paces, to the heated central post office in downtown Minneapolis. The post office has an amazing exterior. I’ll photograph the exteria in the summer.
The inside was like walking into the deserted 1920’s. There were a few people around, but not many given the size, capacity, of this building. The brass panel in the ceiling that hid recessed lights, the wooden, marble and brass wall panels. This building reeked of celebrating the postal service as a service for everyone. Fabulous.
I love the social responsibility of the locals and their city governance. I feel really at home here. Which is good, because this is my new home.