Cycling down the Comox Greenway over the long weekend, and saw a group of guys seated around a small table on the corner bulge at Bute, obviously enjoying themselves.
That’s all, really: just enjoying life as it passed by (and some cool vintage). They’re typical West Enders: recently arrived (from North Van, from Calgary), loving the lifestyle (and the girls), making the friendships that will last a lifetime.
How many Vancouverites do you know who, on arrival, found a place in the West End – and though only here a few years, remember it as one of the best times of their lives? Maybe it’s why I never left.