From there, I walked along the river and crossed into Inglewood, where a street fair was in progress. Inglewood is an older community with a funky mix of shops and restaurants. I really like the area, and couldn't help thinking it would be a better place to live than downtown. While there, we browsed in Crown Surplus, checking out the camouflage and army clothing, as well as the military vehicles and anti-aircraft guns in the yard. Hmm, I wonder what kind of permit you need to buy an anti-aircraft gun? Presumably they have been disabled.
On the way home, we passed a Blues Festival that was in full swing near the Stampede Grounds, then headed back through a seedy neighbourhood where we saw what appeared to be a drug deal in progress. There was a car in the middle of the street with two young men leaning in the window, in front of a row of run-down houses (one of them burnt-out), with a few other young men loitering on the porch of one of the houses. We got out of there alive, and walked the last half-mile through the grey downtown streets to home.
