In Vancouver, “the Drive” means Commercial Drive; Hey look, a street with its own Web site! We took some visiting relatives out for gelati on a recent quiet Monday evening, and I brought the camera along.
Dolce Amore is just an ice-cream shop, but Vancouver may not have a better one. I can’t manage more than two scoops these days, but we were with three big twentysomething Albertans who flirted with the waitresses and inhaled three-scoop towers in gelato-flavor combinations that I found frankly perverted.
In the old days, the Drive was our own Little Italy, and to this day you can get a damn good espresso while you watch Serie A on the satellite TV. Many of those watching these days are of east-African extraction. Some are just random hipsters.
These days, the Drive is about lesbians, leftists, and good food. I recommend this combination as a basis for a successful neighborhood anywhere.
Low-light photography is so easy these days. When I was a kid we had to fling individual photons at the Tri-X and try for an even grain pattern.