First, we walked down to the sea wall at Granville Island, but instead of just taking the main street, we cut through a side street onto a cute rail bridge, and then wended through the beautiful apartment buildings on paths with names like "Birch Walk" "Fountain Way" (such romance!) until we encountered the sea wall.
We saw many fancy pedigree dogs, obviously.
We then walked along to Leg in Boot Square (love this name, I could type it again I love it so much) and almost stopped for fish and chips at the newly-opened Mahoney and Sons. The deck of this pub goes right out over the water, and there were many picturesque boats on the Creek. But we resisted the temptation, and walked on to Olympic Village.
Just past Cambie Bridge, there are some awesome concrete block piles, twice or three times as tall as us. Matthew stopped to take some pictures ("weathering", good inspiration for his miniature painting) and I got very distracted by this cat here:
Elsewhere on the road to Olympic Village, was this public art:
|Look at the name in the yellow!!|
|Pretty sure this wasn't there last time we walked past.|
|There's actually a picture of me on this blog about two years ago, with this very sculpture. Giant Sparrow. Never gets old.|
A man stopped and asked if he could take our photo. We were a bit suss, but we let him do it anyway. He said he was from a Meet-Up group which takes pictures of people in public places. Okay, dude, whatever.
Thence to fish and chips:
|Do you like my fancy nails? I hope so, because I spent like two hours waiting for them to dry...|
|There's a happy, and handsome, man.|
We were so bloat that we didn't deserve a short walk home, so we hoofed it up Quebec Street hill, and along (I think it was) 7th Ave, we saw the creepiest and best house.
What's missing from this photo is the amazing 6-foot-tall white coral sculpture in the front yard, the bits of pottery littering the hedge bed, and the extra floor at the top of the house. But you can see the mailbox and the naked mannequin torso, so you have an idea. It was stunning. Also, it was next to an ancient creepy apartment and an empty lot, and it was opposite a Chinese Christian church (converted from an old school) with all the windows wide open. Perfect, I tell you.
(And then we got chai lattes, because we are yuppies.) (And then I bought a navy blue double-breasted woolen winter coat from Front and Company, because Treat Yo Self.)
The walk home is for another post, because it was full of such wonders. Happy Monday, all.