And today, Pater and I went for a walk, frontwards, not backwards, across the bridge to a favourite spot for breakfast. Along the way, looking down from the bridge on the other side of False Creek, we spotted this evidence of the recent storm's strength.
This large tree took several smaller ones with it as it crashed to the ground. I'm sure some of those boatowners (the lot adjoining is part of a marina, and many smaller boats are left there for the winter months, on land) thought it was a bit too close for comfort. After our Classico breakfast (crispy pancetta, perfectly fried potatoes, sunny-side eggs, and delicious toasted ciabatta), we headed over to Granville Island. Along our way, we passed this guerrilla garden along the tracks. I've posted a photo of this rascally critter before, but I thought the delightful addition of the patio furniture made it worth posting again.
Plus I thought you'd love the jewel-brightness of that chard at the far right -- yumm!And, finally, walking through the charming townhome developments adjoining the Market, we passed this sweet vignette.