It's a river, it's a park, it's a factory. It is also what whores use. (Ladies pinch.) We speak, naturellement, of Rouge. Specifically of the river and park over on the far, far, far west side of Detroit, a place so far away from downtown that it feels like another country. A place so quiet and empty that it makes you wonder if you're even supposed to be there. (Then again, that happens in Detroit a lot.)
This snap of River Rouge Park was taken from Parkland Street near Joy Road. There is little joy on Joy these days, at least not Detroit-wise. But the park is often beautiful, if a bit haunted.