The view is spectacular, and from this height you can discern all the geographic attributes that make this city so appealing. But we find we sometimes miss the drama inherent in having a suite overlooking the back lane and the judgmental possibilities behind watching people park in a tight lot.
Last night we wandered down to English Bay and walked along the seawall, following the setting sun until it dipped into the ocean. The walkways were teeming with humanity, toddlers to grandmothers, cyclists and joggers and walking sticks. With every strolling couple we passed, we overheard tantalizing snippets of conversation, every third one in a language other than English. The night was bursting with life.
Today we perused the thrift stores for kitchen supplies and tomorrow the
Resident Offspring Offspring Formerly Known as Resident moves into her new digs, after having reconnected with her peeps, as they all start to wander back into town. We old folks will be reconnecting with our own peeps, away from the ivory towers, amongst the rainbow flags of the West End.
Life is good on the coast.