For years Kerrisdaleâ€™s exact location confused me, I couldnâ€™t wrap my brain around how it could be where they say it is, when (I thought) those areas already belonged to other neighbourhoods. Donâ€™t mind me, I get like that sometimes and then get even more confused.
Kerrisdale is the area south of W. 41st and its surroundings.
Itâ€™s an old and beautiful Vancouver suburb dotted with old and new (mostly residential) architecture and picturesque tree-lined streets.
But itâ€™s the shops that line W. 41st that draws me to Kerrisdale, some of these shops have been around for a very long time.
It was a hot hazy Saturday afternoon, we were at the cusp of a heat wave and didnâ€™t even realize it.
We cooled of at My Cup, a great little spot with comfy chairs and free wifi.
Kerrisdale reminds me lively little towns,
where you can easily spend the whole afternoon with a good cup of coffee reading the newspaper.
Where gentlemen still wear hats andâ€¦
friends chat leisurely over a pot of tea.
Where thereâ€™s always a guy with a guitar on his back andâ€¦
mothers and daughters spend afternoons bonding over ice cream and shopping.
And, there’s always that old couple who never lose their sense of humour.
I lived in a place like that once, a long time ago.
I was young and headstrong; I called it boring and would run away to the city whenever I got the chance.
Iâ€™d listen for the sound of the train and promise my naive and willful self that Iâ€™d never live in the place like that again.
I never took the time to explore, or just sit and take in the serenity.
Which is why I love places like Kerrisdale. I go back a little every time I visit.