I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, October 25, 2019

Urban poetry

A parking lot in Gander. I was amused and bemused by the large stones marking the boundary between two parking lots, though they certainly do the job and I guess you use what you've got.

We stopped there for lunch. It was raining and we only saw the main streets, a disappointment to the many fans of Come from Away on the tour. But you could tell right away that this was a place where they had been used to strangers passing through, both at the big airport that used to be the main stopping point for refueling on transatlantic flights, and military bases outside of town. There were chain stores and every fast food chain you can name, which I didn't see anywhere else on the island except for the extreme outskirts of St. John's.

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