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A Tale of Three Arcades Part 1: The Arcade

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In which I realize that my fondest dream would be to open up a business in that little shop under the stairs. Years (and years) ago, I visited the 5th Street Arcade during lunch with some people I worked with. It was loud, packed, overwhelming and yet underwhelming at the same time. A lot has changed since then. A few weeks ago, I revisited the arcades on Euclid Ave. And loved it. Let's start this recap at the turn of the 20th Century. Cleveland had a problem: nobody wants to shop when it's negative thirty-million degrees outside. A couple of area architects, proposed a daring idea: What if there were lots of stores...inside?? The design of the arcade was inspired by the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II that had been built a few decades earlier in Italy. "It doesn't need to be anything too fancy. This looks alright." Thankfully, they adapted the design to the bone-chilling death wind that blows in off the Lake, so the Cleveland version is warmly ens

Let's Explore Cleveland Together!

I moved to Cleveland from Salt Lake City, Utah, in 2005. A common (obnoxious) reaction when I told people I was moving here was, "I'm sorry." Looking back, Cleveland's bad rap just meant more Cleveland for me. When I first moved here, it was scary. The city is older, darker and grungier than Salt Lake City, and was completely unfamiliar. I didn't have a car and didn't know a soul. I was just 18. I would walk around campus, looking for people who looked sort of like someone I knew back in Utah. There was a guy whose voice sounded a lot like my dad's and I would walk near him sometimes on the way to class. (I never spoke to him, because that would have ruined the illusion for me, and now that I'm writing that, I realize I may be a little odd.) I'll be honest--my first year in the Cleve, I hated it. Case's campus was surrounded by dangerous neighborhoods and it seemed like at least once a week, we'd get a security alert about some student or