If you, like me, live in a large city with ethnically distinct neighborhoods, you may have noticed something that always catches my eye. Drive down the humble street where the Nicaraguans cluster, with their fabulous churrasco houses, or the one where the Cubans have their hole-in-the-wall night clubs that host heartbreakingly good orchestras visiting from Cuba, and you won’t fail to see the discrete facade of the local Planned Parenthood office.
