Monday, July 13, 2009
There are two seasons in Toronto:
winter, and construction.
This week our strip of St.Clair west has been getting new sidewalks. Buses hardly move, dry days are tinted with blowing dust, and when the workers go home the street looks like it's been bombed. huge piles of garbage here and there don't help.
Frankly, passing improvised dumps in the city parks, detouring around construction on every other street, and waiting 30 minutes at improvised busstops INSIDE of subway stations make it feel like the city is falling apart. An ode to a broken metropolis to follow.
