Friday, June 22, 2018 6:52 AM

A series of hammocks runs down the center of the median on one block of the Boulevard. Low metal fences line each side of their area but not the ends. Young women, casually but fashionably dressed, lie on several of the hammocks, staring into the sky or into their phones. A sleeping baby rests on the belly of one, an open book on another. Farther down, across from an array of late-night coffee shops and eateries, the front of an otherwise unmarked house pulses with strobes of soft pastel colors, so subtle that I wonder at first if I am seeing them. Chiming bells approach me from my left. Watching the lights, I have stepped into the median's bike lane. I hear them, nod in apology, and step back over the line so they can pass.