A few little scenes from this morning's sunrise hike.
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Down we go.
Time to... put on the gloves?
The morning after on George Street.
Duckworth Street at McBride's Hill.
Free Scotland?
Our very first "modern" office tower, and the beginning of our rabid anti-development backlash.
Neighbourhood grocery. Aisling (from Dublin) tells me, now that Fat Nanny's on Duckworth has closed, this is the last place she can find that stocks proper Irish tea. Apparently, our brands are awful.
Southern lovin'.
Dead randoms.
Dead Prime Ministers.
The leaves are starting to change colours on some trees, but the flowers are still in bloom.
A Pogues past, and a postcard future. When my mother was growing up, you couldn't give away a house on Gower Street. Now it's probably the city's signature postcard vista.
Cochrane Street - named for our first and least popular Colonial Governor ever. In some ways, his unpopularity was a major contributing factor to our independence in 1855.
Who needs a superette (dep) when your house could be attached to your church.
A changing vista and changing fortunes on once-dead stretch of Water Street.