Urban poetry

Because I am always a sucker for a man in uniform. This goofy bear dressed as a Mountie was outside a store on Government Street.

I slept nine hours last night and feel much more myself, even pre-breakfast. I am not finding the sound of the gulls outside quite as charming from my bed as I did yesterday, however. In all my years of trying to get as close as possible to as many birds as possible, I don't remember any of them ever shitting on me.

But the gulls really got me yesterday -- on my arm, on my purse, and most unforgivably, on my camera. There are falcon-shaped kites flying over many of the buildings in downtown Victoria and now I know why.

Not that they seem to be much of a deterrent.