15 days of moving
By babykarret on December 1, 2005 - 6:24pm
#15. Stucco
The first time I went to the East Coast, I was taking a horrific bus tour with my mother that went up and down the Eastern Seaboard in some ridiculously tiny amount of time, like 9 days (TorontoNewYorkAtlanticCityPhilidelphiaWashingtonDCMontrealQuebec - say that 3 times fast). Most days began at 6am, ended when we finished dinner with the group at 8pm, and consisted of 5-6 hours of travelling on the bus.
One of the things I remember being struck by very quickly was how much red brick there was, in nearly every building I encountered--such a contrast from Vancouver's abundance of stucco and glass, and the intimidating cement towers of Hong Kong encrusted with little tiles. They all looked kind of indignantly huffy, trudging along doggedly in spite of their age, even in bright summer.
The peach, pink, purple, green or dark blue stucco houses live like a colourful bouquet, with their trim and their fences grey roofs and their brand-spanking-newness. And the Vancouver specials look on proudly like parents at a preschool graduation.
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