Via train station: Dorval

Without fail, the first and last thing I do every time I visit Montreal is go into this stall. The unintentional flash somehow manages to highlight the grimy hyper-lucidity of the experience.
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Without fail, the first and last thing I do every time I visit Montreal is go into this stall. The unintentional flash somehow manages to highlight the grimy hyper-lucidity of the experience.




This sucker took me by surprise with its stark stainless steel stainlessness, and also by the degree to which one should never attempt to shoot anything of any sustainable quality on a BlackBerry Pearl. But then maybe the crap fits the milieu.

What surprised me more? The swank sweetness of the Novotel Aeroport, or the fact that apparently the French trust their partners enough to have semi-opaque french doors as the only barrier between loved ones' bathroom duties?

I snapped this sucker off somewhere in Toronto, sometime in August. I can't for the life of me figure out where.

This dude seems to be undergoing the decision-making process that confronts us all when faced with a stand-alone pay toilet in the streets of a major cosmopolitan landscape: "What's this gonna be like?" This bathroom stands right in front of Philadelphia's photogenic City Hall, and looks like a futuristic elevator to the underground kingdom of Downthereia. I did not have the scrote to try the bathroom myself, so its contents remain a mystery to me.

The guy who was scramming out the door when I entered this bathroom must have been taking the turbo shit of all time because this was one of the worst smelling bathrooms I've ever been in that actually had working plumbing. When I went to wash my hands I noticed the graffiti scrawled all over the mirror, which in conjunction with the high-contrast black tile / white grout behind made an impression like I was standing in a giant spider's web. Unexpected but striking.