I finally made it to this Francophone campus I keep hearing about. It looked pretty nice. It was closed, though, and I really was just passing through it on the way to an Irish pub to meet Ontarian friends.
I wanted this place even though it was a bit expensive, even though my room was tiny and had only three walls, because the house was like a dream come true. How come it had to turn into a f*cking nightmare?
These arrows would point at the ends of the three lines, but even from the 6th floor of CAB, I couldn't get more than 2/3rds of each of the meat lines in frame.
How could you not wonder what it's like inside a place called the Russian Tea Room? The tea wasn't that good, and I didn't try the psychic readers, but I like the atmosphere.
I like to imagine that this guy just parked her brand-new Mercedes here one day and decided to wait until conditions in Edmonton were good enough for surfing. I guess she's been waiting a while.
Finally went to the Fringe Festival today, to see Back to Methuselah. Even if I hadn't gone to a show, though, they have lots of buskers, and stalls like this one that are selling.... uh..... ?