peripatetic

There's something to be said about a good dose of wanderlust, especially on a sunny day on the west coast.

Though, even in a city as big as this, I often find myself wondering where I should go. There's nothing to do.

So, I take a walk. I try a different street. I trod through a neighbourhood never trodden. I take my camera, try to see the same-old with new eyes.

Sometimes, I get stuck on a street full of Vancouver specials, rows of plaster lions leering at me from their gates.

Other times, I'm more lucky.