Three continents of food, faith, music, and ritual — on the same block.
West Price Hill is Guatemalan tamales made from a recipe that crossed a border inside someone’s memory. It is a West African choir whose sound reaches three blocks in every direction on a Sunday morning. It is an East African family celebrating Eid on one side of the street while a Quinceañera fills the other side with music. It is a kitchen that has fed the same families for thirty years and never needed a sign. This series documents the cultural life of a neighborhood that most of Cincinnati drives past without knowing what it contains — the food, the faith, the language, the celebration, and the everyday ritual of people from everywhere making a home in the same place.
