The first thing visible through the workshop’s open door is a long table. Unfinished drawings, coloured paper and notebooks waiting for another conversation cover its surface. No single voice tells the neighbourhood’s story here. Each person adds a small detail about the streets outside.
That is how the walking map on the wall takes shape. A tree offering shade appears beside a shop window that has barely changed over the years. The route’s appeal is not a distant destination, but a fresh look at places passed every day. Stepping out of the workshop, the familiar street begins to feel a little different.
