When I was a kid growing up in London, Ontario, Detroit was a Big Deal: Culture + Shopping. Went to the Ford Plant and Greenfeld Village. Mum went shopping downtown. Stayed at a hotel (Statler?) and ate French Toast for breakfast. More than once, I think.
You gotta remember, this was sometime before 1958.
(my Dad died in 58, so there were no more trips

anywhere)
We also went to Buffalo, NY. I remember breakfast (French Toast again, was I obsessed? in an "Open kitchen" , a weird concept) and I remember a museum, where there were --or had been--mummies. Bad smell, and bad vibes.
Sorry folks, slightly PWI here tonight.
Other memory of Detroit: in early May 1968, Neil (No Parrot) and I volunteered to acccompany his little sister's grade 6 trip to Detroit, to the Zoo and Greenfield Village. I had the 3 kids who threw up. He got the ones who taled back and then ran away. On the road home, I got a piece of glass in my eye and had a patch on my eye until a week before we got married!
Best memories of Detroi? Listening to Motown music as it happened, on CKLW Windsor, Ont.