At first glance Indianapolis is one big suburb intersparsed with malls. But there is an Indianapolis beneath the surface with a rich and interesting history, and with a quickly burgeoning cultural landscape.
It’s no NYC or City of Angels, sure; there’s a lot here that is “behind the times.” If you’re psuedo-intellectual, you might be turned off the small town, seemingly conservative mindset of Indianapolis people. But anyone that says Indy is boring just hasn’t been paying attention.
For example, black factory Indianapolis workers in the seventies created their own funk movement. Monument Circle is one of the most unique urban places in the US, but I’ll leave it to you to find out why. Indianapolis has a strong historic preservation spirit that other cities are just now replicating, and so the city has preserved many precious buildings. The canal,an early 20th century blunder in city planning, is alive with symphonies, joggers, gondolas, and picnicing families during the summer. Eagle Creek on the northwest side is beautiful during the fall – and, believe it or not, almost completely manmade. Although their cumalative effect on the city is certainly debatable, Lilly, the “inventors” of Prozac, have donated millions of dollars to the culture of Indianapolis, including a newly renovated art museum and an excellent Native American museum. The State Fair is a beautiful and greasy testament to rural heritage.
Indianapolis (and Indiana) have long been thought of as boring, since their inception as city and state. But there’s an intrinsic, honest value to commonality, and Indianapolis has it in spades.
Not for the snobby, but if you’re willing to kick back, stop by the Red Key Tavern or Worker’s Friend’s Bar and leave your pretense at the door, you’ll enjoy the city.