After yesterday’s disaster, we went downtown for some visual interest. 2nd Ave has access to a lot of interesting back alley’s, and there’s also a Starbucks. Win.
We lasted 20 minutes before Aerie fell in a puddle.
Oh well, it was still good to get outside.
Saskatoon, it has it’s charms.
It has it’s charms, then it has crap like this. That’s even a dreamcatcher hanging in the window. The fuq. Because even though Saskatoon is on traditional lands. Even though it’s in the midst of Treaty 6 territory. Even though there are three on-reserve gas stations in town. Even though there is a Cree language school. Saskatoon is quite comfortable with being racist.
Over it.
