Sadly, my BLS is back. That's what I call it. It is like having a sunburn but it is inside my skin. My leg turns bright red from blood in my tissue that slowly dissipates over two days.
I was charmed by the sight of this handsome young man walking and talking (with palpable interest) with the woman on his arm—my sense is that she is a senior member of his family. They were a delightful antidote to the many things I saw perpetrated by idiots.
So few people on the wall.
A man whose memory and accomplishment I love deeply. What a legacy.
By the time I got to English Bay, the crowds were building for the evening sun.
I love the Park Board mini-gardens.