The other day after dinner, I looked around and thought to myself, “Dessert would be nice…“
I always have a dessert after dinner, and apparently I can’t help myself

My mom calls it sweet-after-meals, and when we were kids we only had dessert on special occasions, a slice of cake, a scoop of ice cream or a chocolate bar to share.
I have a sweet tooth and while I’m unapologetic about this, I occasionally try to find a healthy balance.
I don’t mind going a little farther for dessert.
I’ve been known to walk miles to get my dessert, this isn’t new.

On that particular day, while the evening sun still blared, I brought my camera along and went across the Cambie Bridge.
I took a beautiful scenic walk along the seawall; it felt like everyone was out – couples out for a stroll, people walking their dogs, joggers, cyclists, and folks just sitting on benches enjoying the scenery while some had a bit of dinner.
You’d swear we lived in paradise, were it not for our earthly problems.

And then I got on the bridge; the views from the bridge is amazing – here’s where I took the pictures.

Across the bridge, on the other side I picked up a box of petite fours – filled with a lovely assortment of pastries, tartlets, éclairs, fancy cakes and cookies, etc.
I got enough to last several days…