Art park

My plan was to walk to the Jean Talon market for a little stovetop espresso maker 'cuz drip coffee is just wrong in this bohemian neighbourhood. I'd use it for a few weeks then leave it for LR when she returns; kind of like a thank you gift for letting me stay here. That was kaiboshed when I discovered the fence by the tracks had been mended, blocking the shortcut through the teeny art park, so I snapped some snaps and bought a latte from the rude bastard at Cafe Olympico.