A Saturday night on Davie Street..
Last week, i was on my way to a friend's, and i walked in my former neighborhood, the West End. I loved it when i was living there 5 years ago, and i still do. It's too bad that my rent is really cheap where i live now, or that rents in the West End are not more affordable for me, because i really, really, really miss it.
So i was walking on Davie Street, it was still early, not even 9pm, and everybody was out. I walked by Subway and instantly remembered how much i can't stand the smell. I walked by the sex shops for guys and saw interesting/weird things in the window. I saw big guys with tiny dogs, girls who could barely walk on their heels, their legs looking like they were about to break, and obvioulsy, i walked by Stephos where the line up never ends...
And i smiled because this is exactly what I love about the West End.
And while i was walking and watching, i would grasp pieces of conversation.
Such as this short one between 2 young asian guys:
- It smells like Weed !
- Yes, bad weed !
As i said, a regular night on Davie Street (or anywhere in Vancouver, for that matter...).
Le week-end dernier, j'étais en chemin chez un ami, et j'ai traversé mon ancien quartier, le West End. J'avais adoré quand j'y avais vécu y a 5 ans, et j'aime toujours autant. Dommage que mon loyer soit si ''cheap'' ou je vis actuellement, ou que les loyers soient au-delà de mes moyens là-bas, parce que le West End me manque vraiment.
Il était à peine 9h quand je me suis balladée sur Davie Street, et tout le monde était dehors. Je suis passée devant Subway et me suis instantanément rappelée combien l'odeur m'insupporte. Suis passée devant les sex shops homo et vu des choses intéressantes, ou bizarres, au choix. J'ai vu des gars super balèzes avec des tous petits chiens, des filles se tordant sur leurs talons aiguilles, leurs jambes prêtes à se rompre. Et bien sûr je suis passée devant Stephos ou la file ne diminue jamais...
En marchant, je pouvais entendre des bribes de conversation, comme celle-ci, entre 2 jeunes asiatiques:
- Ca sent l'herbe !
- Oui mais la mauvaise herbe.
Un soir normal, quoi, sur Davie Street (et partout dans Vancouver en fait...).