Saturday night. June in Victoria (read: cold and windy). Fisherman's Wharf for dinner; shared outdoor benches, malt vinegar, bobbing houseboats and the sun low in the sky. Backlit silhouettes lined up to order and seagulls scavenging scraps from discarded baskets.
Earlier that day: a painting gone wrong. unexpected visitors. goose-bumpy legs. and a nectarine overdose.