On Thursday morning I had an appointment I couldn't be late for. So I set out earlier than early and, after getting off at the Granville Skytrain Station, walked south on the Granville Strip, then west on Davie, to the top of the hill looking down at English Bay -- all in the name of killing time.
The usual run of broken widows. Some boarded over, others held together with tape.
The picture up top is a sushi restaurant. The method of repair owes as much to waiting (on an insurance claim, or an owner unable to cover the deductible) as it does to the ancient art of kintsugi. Shades of Imperial Japan's Rising Sun flag? I thought so. But a cracked version.
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