
There are a couple dozen or so tiny plaques surrounding the trees on the sidewalk on Georgia Street in Vancouver, starting eastward c. Howe Street.

Some have faded to the point of unreadability, while others have been afflicted with city shmutz:

The advice and observations span the ages -- from the Talmud to the Proclaimers:



Shuffling back to the hotel, I stopped in a Japanese grocery on Robson Street. Its offerings included a bookshelf of paperbacks -- all in Japanese except for a worn copy of Hedda Gabler:

The Listel Hotel features Roethke's The Waking in the window to the right of its front door:
