When I was in grade school my folks would let me go visit one aunt/uncle every summer on their farm in Southern Minnesota.
A particular weekend treat would be when they would gather up all of their kids, me and a squad of our cousins and take us up to Minneapolis.
Don’t really remember that much detail after 70 or so years, but I know one thing for damn certain.
No way is that picture anything like the Minneapolis I knew.
You got it right on your first guess. It’s now Somalia.
This is what I mean when I say get well and get me the hell out of here!
:-)