(above:) This picture was taken from Coast Hotels (shown here)
This is part of the vista from my place.
If this picture were about three times as wide...that would be exactly it!
(above): English Bay at dusk
Picture taken from: www.vancouversider.com
(above): English Bay at night (those white lights atop the mountain are Grouse Mountain (there are pictures of that in the posting called Jerome).
Picture was taken from: www.vancouversider.com
(above): My place, English Bay Beach, Stanley Park (to the left), and the magestic Rockies
Picture courtesy of Vancouver Tourism, I found it here
Anyway, I was trying to capture the 'ambience' of English Bay and the little neighbourhood. I've managed to find lovely pictures of the place, but not of the little shopfronts and of the view from here (as opposed to of here). Not easy.
There is something very nice (and difficult to describe) about walking in your neighbourhood as the shops are coming to life. There is almost an eerie silence as people aren't quite into their groove and merchants set things up for the days passers-by.
It was so lovely this morning. The Chinese lady was putting the flowers and fruit out; there was a man with a stack of newpapers under his arm as he raised a metal security 'garage door-like' thingie; there was an older couple walking (horrible hats on); and there was a man putting tables and chairs out on the sidewalk so people can sit outside and have sushi! Then, there was yours truly...just takin' it all in. Nice. I love that quiet time of the morning. Sunday mornings are often like that.
This neighbourhood feels almost 'plateau-like' (Montreal)...but a little wilder.
"Janine" is on the radio....one of my favourite Trooper tunes....(I am so singin' into my air mic and movin' around here like a pure f-r-e-a-k, folks). La, la, la,l-la, l-la, ...and if the world's getting harder and harder to understand... That particular song doesn't get a lot of air time (nor does the "Thin White Line"...lyrics to DIE FOR).
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Sue...I fuckin' love Trooper! She likes to give me shite for anything like that! I love it! I can hear her uber-witty one-liners now! Dare I attempt...
OK, this is something she would say (how brave am I?), "OK, fuckin' Trooper. WHAT-EV-ER! WE GET IT! NEXT!" Of course, she would then break out in a rap song and shag up the words (but be very clever in making up her own). I would then interupt and remind her that she is not an 18-year old African American boy....to which she will reply using words like 'homies' and 'crib' and telling me to fuck off because I'm jealous because I can't rap! She will then sing me the first verses of "Memory" (from Cats), "Tomorrow" (from Annie), and the theme song from the Brady Bunch. The really sick part of it is that...by the end of it... we'll both be singing "Radar Love" (including our vocal renditions of the guitar licks...) and laughin' our heads off. I know Sue is secretly yearning for the "Best of Rick Springfield" collection!
So, G, did I get that right? Sound like us? Of course, Bianca will have something clever to say on that one. Folks, Bianca is another friend in Ottawa. I think Sue and I met her the same night...not sure; I don't remember exactly how that one went down. I know it was at the pub though (Snug).
Bianca is an interesting sort. She will tell you tales of the lovely violence one can achieve with a toaster-oven; she will tell you about vicious 'hiss and spit' moments between 'her friend' and 'her friend's' mother in-law. Well, hello, Lena. I'd love to tell you what happened to 'her friend's' laundry room...but I'd be hung.
