Messy. After years of carefully regulated and manicured suburbia, this is an excellent quality.
Delicious. I'm going to “burst smilingly” like the Duke of Gloucester in King Lear.
Friendly. Good humans seem to populate this place.
Humid. My flaking skin and spasming lungs are enjoying it. Each grain of pollen is encapsulated in a water droplet, for my security.
Artistic. We are literally around the corner from the Rothko Chapel, etc. etc. etc.