Here is a beautiful little pedestrian bridge that's as much sculpture as infrastructure. It's called The Canoe Bridge, and although my photos don't at all do it justice, perhaps you can put the different angles together with your clever minds' eyes and see the potential. It's a homage to the canoes that have plied (and still do) these waters (False Creek, Vancouver, in this case) since time immemorial, carved out of huge cedar trees by First Nations people, steamed into shape, paddled skilfully through these waters which were forested to their shores.
Below, the approach across a plaza marked by maritime elements -- note the giant horn cleat on the right.
And below, the Olympic village site, those granite steps leading down to the tidal water, in the far background those wonderful giant sparrow statues I showed you a few weeks ago
As I ran across this little footbridge, I was reminded of my favourite passerelle. . .
Do you know the graceful swoops of the Simone de Beauvoir pedestrian bridge?
It's slightly off the tourist paths in Paris, down the Seine in the 13th, just past the Josephine Baker swimming pool (I do love how the French honour their writers, musicians, artists, and intellectuals by naming so many public buildings and places after them).
Paul and I have walked and run across it a few times
There's much worth exploring within a ten-minute walk, on the Left Bank in the 13th -- the immense Mitterand Bibliothèque Nationale, for example. The Jardin Botanique isn't far away, nor is the Mosquée, a lovely place to enjoy mint tea on a hot day. . . Or you can walk over through the Parc Bercy to begin discovering the 12th -- We follow this route, sometimes, to work towards the Promenade Plantée or Couléee Verte -- the greened-up former railway that preceded New York's HighLine.
Or just stand in the centre and watch the marine traffic. . . there are even a number of benches on the bridge, so take a book if you want, spend an hour or two. . . .
Or let's just imagine ourselves, doing just that. . . .