Well, that was a fool’s errand but entertaining. I mean how on earth could I look at my city without seeing it through the memory ghosts? I’ve been here so long all I remember of my early days is being overwhelmed. Even then I was seeing with domestic immigrant eyes, not visitor ones.
No worries, it was fun and I got to shop in peace. For such a major street it was strangely quiet for being the day after Boxing Day. Obviously everyone had a shopping hangover and were detoxing somewhere.
Granville St. in Vancouver is the epi center of ‘entertainment’, read: lots of bars and theatres and such where people go at night and dance and get drunk. Fun.
So there I was, 11am, in the rain, wandering along taking pictures and trying to see the street with fresh eyes. I was also on a mission to find new favorite jeans and maybe an umbrella that didn’t look like it survived a multi-car pille-up. Scored on the former and bombed on the latter. But! (and I’m sure you will be surprised) Ta Da! I found a new day pack! With ELEPHANTS on it. In my defense, my other one was falling apart at the seams.
So here are my photos of my journey. Granville Street has looked better but so do most of us on Dec.27, eh?