If you like curry

Let me tell you something about my new neighbourhood: Rusholme. It's located right underneath the are where all the University buildings ar at. Right through the middle runs Wilmslow Road; The throbbing Indian vein of Rusholme, also known as Curry Mile.
It's not hard to see how it got that name; Wilmslow Road is mainly occupied with curry houses; Indian restaurants. That, little food markets and you typical 'a-thousand-and-one-things-to-buy' stores but people mainly go here to buy phonecards, nothing more.
Wilmslow Road is part of one of the busiest roads in Manchester. In the morning the traffic is so jammed with vehicles going towards city centre that it is faster to walk to the University. In the afternoons it's the other way around. So either way, if the weather is good it's best to walk to the University, it's good exercise as well!
Right at the end of curry mile there's a grocery store called Kwik Save. Somewhere behind the Kwik Save is where I live. I obviously won't go into any further details because I don't want all the random people that read my blog to show up at my door(not that I really think there's random people reading my blog. If you are random, and you are reading this PLEASE post a comment!)
The house blocks surrouding the house where I live with my housemates all pretty much look the same; same colour of bricks, same shape (two stories high) and they all look kind of new. Kind of new? Yes, see compared to some other houses I've seen here in Manchester, they look new. But there is something about them that makes them look 'lived'. Wether it's the chipped paint on the woodwork or the holes in the street surroudning them, or maybe it's all the garbage people dispose in their yards, I don't know.
Our yard however is quite clean. But then again it only consists of small grey rocks. The yard of the people living opposite of us however is a whole other story. It does not contain any garbage (at least not that I can see) but it does contain junk. The whole of their backyard is filled with things that I would be ashamed of having to sell in a yard sale. From old pots and pans to an entire army of little action figures, it's worth to take a look at.
I have not yet dared to take any pictures of it though. I'm afraid that I'll be caught red handed in the act. Just to think of what my neighbours will do with me gives me nightmares. 'But what makes you think your neighbours are such dodgy people Fleur?', you ask me? Well that is another story about the neighbourhood I live in.
It's not as scary as it sounds though (I picture my parents reading this and jumping onto the next plain to Manchester to come and pick me up!). It's just the people who seem to live around here don't really look as if they can be trusted.
I mean, it was already clear that it was not some kind of fancy pancy neighbourhood. The people who live there are well, I don't want to use the word poor here, but they're not really rich either. So naturally in this social class (I guess I can speak of social classes seeing as how I am in england), there's gonna be some dodgy people(I guess).
All in all I can really compare it to lving in 'De Transvaalbuurt' in Amsterdam. I'm not afraid to walk through it at night, things can happen to you anywhere. Yes, there's dodgy people, but unless you start to socialize with them I think you'll be pretty much ok. It's better than living in the Halls of residence (University accomodation), but I'll say something aboiut those another time!