It was a strange Saturday. I'd noticed a small item in the newspaper with a photo showing a track smashed into the Chinese bakery on Victoria. I took William out driving and we stopped by (see above). I checked around back and, sure enough, they were somewhat in business. They weren't baking but as the accident happened at around noon the previous day, they had loads of day-old buns in the freezer. They guy in the truck wasn't drunk and just claimed it was "slippery".
Returning on Victoria Avenue, we stopped at the soon-to-be-no-more Salt Gallery where we met up with Amber, took down William's Swampy drawings, and were given a gum ball machine (full of the green gum we brought for the opening). Thanks again Amber.