Yesterday evening while strolling through the Annex with Tallboy on our way to eat Toronto’s most delicious falafel
, we ran into Jane Jacobs – almost literally since I was distracted by some pretty flowers, or maybe something shiny, or maybe a pretty boy (ooooooo…shiny, pretty boy with flowers). Now, Jane Jacobs is the Empress of Modern Urban Planning. If she hadn’t saved Manhattan’s Greenwich Village from being knocked down and replaced by a superhighway linking New Jersey to Brooklyn, Toronto, hundreds of kilometres away, might today be crisscrossed by highways and access ramps and I wouldn’t be able to stroll through the Annex with Tallboy on our way to eat Toronto’s most delicious falafel. I’d have to drive fifty blocks to get to a restaurant that would most likely be a Denny’s or an Olive Garden rather than someplace good while Tallboy drove in from the other side of the city.
I didn’t bother her with any of this as she stood smelling pretty flowers in a garden. I just excused myself and went to eat delicious falafel with my friend.
Haphazardly thrown together by Surly