Stratford Ontario on a sunny spring day. Slow food market in the new Market Square just before an incoming finger-like orb squashed the centre of the city.
Shops across from the square.
Shops across from a different side of the square.
Further down the street.
A representative scene with regard to the 5% of this schizophrenic city that the 95% of the locals and yokels from the surrounding area never see because it's not on the way to Walmart. And yes, I do realize that it's impossible to say something like that without sounding snarky. From left to right: a real estate agent's office that's not in a strip mall or a stand-alone building on a major thoroughfare with ample free parking; a boutique optician; a Thai restaurant run by actual Thais; a funky "foodie" restaurant without a name sign; a doorway with a horse painted on it for no discernible reason.
It's a thrilling town if you're over 65 and you like classical repertory theatre.