Baltimore is Twilight

For the last three nights, I leave the bedsit at around 8:30pm to meet Em from work. She has been working up at a new place so I meet her somewhere down Portland Road.
I walk past the charity shops of Blatchington Road during the pale sunsets. Sky turning violet to blue (In summer, darkness seems to rise from the ground, leaving the sky a relatively light shade of colour, even though the street lamps are bright).
Portland Road. Raggedy and strangely dusty. The coffee shops seem out of place heree next to the cramped 'Vacuum Centre', the fast food joints, and that odd and deserted building halfway down, looking like some abandoned meditterenean church. Against these pale twilights, Portland Road acuires an air of some obscure and possibly dangerous road in, perhaps, Cleveland, or Baltimore.
I have not been to either of these places, but these last three nights, Portland Road seems somehow as unreal.