Busted in Van
It was a perfect moment. Almost…Parisienne. We were riding cruiser bikes (mine had a basket) through a well-heeled area in West Vancouver. The sun was shining and the street was lined on both sides with perfectly groomed victorian homes, all appointed with professionally selected and planted blooming flowers, lush green shrubberies and sculpted hedges. We were en route to meet friends for lunch. There would be wine. All that was missing was the campy French accordion music. I was giddy with pleasure.