In the shadows of the Lower Main

Surveillance cameras? Check.

Abandoned building?
 Roger that

 

Pizza boxes? Check that off.

 To those of us who picture the Lower Main as a hospot of gentle dilapidation, with the spirit of miscreants and lost souls broadcasting short-wave echoes from the past...we've got to tell youze that the fiery underbelly no longer gapes open and screams here... the soup is losing its flavour... only a few tiny signs of that boulevard-of-broken-dreams/two-fisted-rialto spirit remain, as St. Dominique, aka St.Dump, below the Cat continues to resist change. Here are a few scenes from a quiet night in the shadows of the Lower Main.