This is place has history.  You can feel the hands that carried the bricks and mixed the cement, the steel girders are still in their place, metal framed windows let in the light where they haven't yet been boarded up or bricked in.  The streets are mostly empty this Monday morning.  The occasional delivery truck rumbles by. I ride over long forgotten rail lines that once carried goods to and from these factories and warehouses.  There are so many great outlines, shadows, and blue collar stories hidden in these walls and alleys.  This is one of my favorite rides so far, in a town that has so much left to explore.  I find a tiny treasure here amidst all of the past: Genessee Royale Bistro.  Great coffee, "Toad in the Hole" and the perfect seat next to an old factory window.