Photos, I mean. I was staying a few blocks west of Moscone West, and that’s the wrong direction. But I enjoyed the walk even though there were severely damaged people along the way to smile at or avoid or step over. With a sad story.
Red is the color.
It’s a working town. Vancouver keeps its gritty small-biz necessaries shuffled further away from anywhere you’re apt to go walking. Which seems oversanitary; but boy, could Howard Street ever do with a little green.
This motel felt very California to me.
Sad Story · I was walking along near these parts in early evening, and a very tall very thin very young black woman suddenly materialized at my elbow: “Excuse me, hey!” I averted my face reflexively and stepped out a bit and she said “Oh my god no I don’t want anything, just do you know the nearest BART?” and then I actually looked at her and she was just this ordinary girl in a hurry but lost. I told her the way and managed a smile, even though I hated myself.