Oooh, That Smell…

Or rather, those smells.

I always forget how Vancouver starts to smell when it gets hot out. And not a lot of those smells are pretty, either.

Tremblay’s parking lot is today’s worst offender. It smells like a combination of old urine, socks, fish, and warm cheese. Believe me, I could have done without that smell.

The land around the Jaguar dealership, unaccountably, smells like hot fried cornmeal, but cornmeal that has gone off slightly.

Most of Downtown smells like stale urine.

4th Avenue smells like garbage that’s been festering awhile.

Me? I smell like sweat. Also not delightful.

2 Comments to “Oooh, That Smell…”

  1. By Beth, July 30, 2009 @ 9:44 am

    The worst offender around here is the alley beside West Valley Produce and the Liquor Store: rotting vegetation and an open air bathroom for the homeless. I gag every time I walk by.

  2. By Liz, July 30, 2009 @ 11:37 am

    Eugh! I’d gag too.

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