Again, I spent my lunch on Granville Island. Slip down Helmock, narrowly avoid becoming a motorcycle grill ornament, pause breifly under the bridge, and then sidestep down the green stairs: it’s an art form really. After having looped the back-way into the market I was a little indecisive about what to eat: I settled on chinese and found a bird-splat-free slice of bench overlooking False Creek. The gulls were there, of course, begging for morsels, but I never give into their pity. And with the sun out in full glory today there were plenty of other folks to solicit for scraps. Spring is in the air - finally - and with the blossoms and leaves making an appearance, I am thinking my rollerblades should be close behind - sooner than later. |
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