They're parked up and down the residential streets, usually clustered around condo buildings.
Early Saturday morning, I marvelled at the number of people trotting up and down Cook Street, then I noticed the strolling people were in groups, and I remembered. It's the Thanksgiving long weekend. Furthermore, it's our second pandemic Thanksgiving, and visiting rules are way looser than last year's rather bleak excuse for a holiday, so the ferries are full, and families are getting together with a vengeance. Well, maybe that's the wrong word. (Let's hope so, anyway.)
Our Thanksgiving will be the usual quiet matter, as all family coming to dinner, either live here, or barely a block away. Pumpkin pie made by me and dinner rolls made by younger daughter. Demeter escorted in from her own condo to dine on roast chicken -- we don't care much for turkey. Or campervans.
Wishing you a peaceful meal, free of feuds and super-spreaders, followed by a safe journey home.
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