The story of this place and its animation - not just another lousy overpriced condo:
Its late afternoon on a Sunday -exactly today as I write, in fact - on a rare sunny day in the winter in Vancouver so everybody is uplifted - prime display suite visiting time for young couples about to lose their disposable income to a mortgage and a place filled with stuff they can't afford.
Great to be seeing it on a typical rainy Tuesday night.
Its Sunday so the couple has slept in and had s e x... again, since last night. That languid feeling of eggs benedict courses through their veins, facilitated by the double chocolate moccachino. They've parked the Prius across the street and studied the magnificent edifice before entering the place. They are enthusiastic.
They think they are smart. Why pay for prime Yaletown space when a similar building can be found right at the foot of Burnaby Mountain - out East Hastings Way? Same space, better view, who needs a neighborhood when you have wheels?
They forget that to get downtown they have to drive straight through Vancouver's internationally famous drug wasteland - hope not get breakdown or flat - but the Prius has run-flats so they think they are safe.
But that's okay because they probably have jobs in the high-tech area to the South. And won't be affording dinner out so much now that they have a kitchen instead of a tiny studio apartment in the West End.
It's a deal. Where do we sign?
That's the story.
Dwight Atkinson
