Yeah, every corner’s a petri dish of graffiti, broken streetlights, and half‑forgotten bus schedules. If we just plaster a curb ramp or drop in a transit sign, we’ll wipe out the grime‑graffiti dialogue that’s its pulse. Maybe map out where the “spirit” lives—those cracked tiles, that graffiti that reads like a love letter to the city—and then let the accessibility tools slide in on the periphery, like a translucent overlay that’s almost invisible. Keep the tactile feel, just give people a clear path that respects the ritual. It’s all about layering without erasing the scar tissue that makes it iconic.