
But Sophie has very little patience for waiting around and the minute I step back onto the sidewalk, she is ready to go.
This is the fire station on the corner of our street. The top windows are all boarded up because the firemen were making French Fries one day and forgot to turn off the oil when they rushed out to fight a fire. They're lovely old fire hall almost burnt to the ground while they were away.
This is our local fruit and veggie market, also on the corner of our street. They were just putting out their local produce for the day. Inside, is a very chic-chic shop with all kinds of nice olive oils and cheeses. I wonder if that's where the firemen got the oil for their French Fries.
This is our local hardware store, which is right across the street from the fruit store and kitty-corner from the fire hall.
These are a few of the things not allowed in this store. No roller blades and no plastic bags.
You have to bring your own canvas bag to shop there.
But Sophie is always allowed in and all the young guys who work there know her name and give her lots of attention.
These are Bixi bikes, which is a public transit system. I am very proud of my city for putting this in. There are bike docks like this all over the city and you simply take a bike from one, go where you need to go, and dock it there. Now if only the blasted vandals would get over it and stop stealing the bikes and wrecking the docks.
Some houses on our street.
There is a closer, much nicer one, but they don't let Sophie in and are generally kind of grumpy, so we walk the extra short block to support the nice people who run this store.














