13 April 2018 – Out there on Commercial Drive near East 4th, I’m tempted to step under the Canterbury Tales awning to check out the new & used books crowding the window display.

Zadie Smith’s Swing Time, perhaps? Or the Vegetarian Flavour Bible? Or milk and honey? Or — by contrast — a peek into White House Fire and Fury?

Ummmmm, maybe step into the store instead.

I brave the awning no-go zone, protective hat firmly on head, and look up.

Roosting pigeon, all right.

And it’s not the beak-end you need to worry about.

Never mind!  on to a no-worries boast!

Is that Vancouver coffee, or what?

(I’d credit the café if I’d been attentive enough to note its name. So prowl W. Hastings just east of Cambie, and find it for yourself. Sorry.)

I discovered that yoga-loving coffee enroute the SFU Goldcorp Centre for the Arts.

Inside, heading for the staircase to the jazz/tap discussion I mentioned last post, I pause to watch people starting to set up a student art exhibit.

Materials piled up all over the place. Including right here, immediately through the glass in this primary display window.

Bums, glorious bums!

Please tell me it’s not just a pile of materials. I so want this to be an art installation, exactly as is.