On these South City walks, I could tell when there was a house filled with former Eastern Europeans, likely Bonsian or Roma (yet come to find out, some were Albanian and Croatian as well). Shoes on the front porch, fantastic dinnertime aromas and non-English languages wafting from the cracked windows. I LOVED this. It was so big city to me, ethnic pockets are charming…especially to a middle class dude from all-white/middle-class suburbia.
Shopping, dining, walking around, looking at the last names of kids at the schools our kids went to, you name it, Bosnian/Croatian/Roma immigrants were everywhere in the 1990’s and early 2000’s.
This part of the city was called “Little Bosnia”.