Still a lot of fallout from the hundreds of unmarked indigenous childrens' graves. One local protest/memorial was made up of posters, orange shirts, and hundreds of pairs of kids shoes. Very powerful symbolism.
I'm still hobbled by an uncooperative hip/leg problem. Limited to walks of a couple of km's or so. Fortunately, that covers beautiful greenspace such as the Rose Garden. (Some non-roses snuck in, too...)
And the curvy scenic seawall. Live on a houseboat, commute by floatplane! The famous green roof of the convention centre is suffering from drought like all the other gardens. The cruise ship terminal hasn't docked a cruise for over a year --------- big $$$ never coming back?
A walk the other way goes to breezy and ship-shaped English Bay beach. Great area to continue our weekly Chinese takeout ritual.
Here's a shout-out to over-achievers of the day. Gotta cheer for Ash Barty, the new Wimbledon champion. First Aussie ladies winner in 41 years, and won on the 50th anniversary of the first Aussie winner at all. Also jaw-dropping guys swinging around washing windows 30 floors up. And a family of sea otters emerged from a rocky hidey-hole below our feet. Swimming lesson?!
Sadly, for the second year in a row there is no running of the bulls in Pamplona. Since those two magical runs a long time ago, my scarf has travelled and mingled with many other cultures. There will be another run...
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