My daughter once lived in South-West Calgary so it was easy to explore the area on visits. She lived in a tasteful old building with an elevator that I didn’t think existed any more; one you had to yank back the door on before stepping into an antique interior. The elevator then clanked to the required floor after you pressed a Bakelite button. This elevator brought back memories of one of my first jobs in an old Brisbane building with a similar contraption.
With both the Bow and Elbow Rivers meandering through the city, there was always an interesting route to venture along from discovering rabbits in a cemetery to finding people at the river’s edge, sliding into what I considered icy water.