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epitome of incomprehensibility
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It looks like Pointe Claire with all the interesting parts taken out. It looks like a breeding ground for the boring-est bores of Ontario. It looks like someone found the soul of the soulless suburbia stereotype and distilled it into a limited-palette housing experiment.
...This was me, more or less, responding warmly to David's grousing. He was glad to find a place to stay, yes, but still missing his old home and a little frustrated with his sister's temporary hand-me-down (her family used to live there before they moved into her and David's mom's house). But, seeing Pickering so picked on, he turned and started defending the place: there's a harbour that's worthwhile travel even though it's not central; while he's carless in a carful place, he's also close to a bus stop; and the valley has a delicate and wild beauty in most seasons.
So I changed my tune like the wind through the town's evergreen trees, their varied treeish abundance surpassing that of airplane-plagued Dorval. Like Pointe Claire, Pickering has a marked nature park, but also a path into the Rouge Valley, running near the whooshing river - the valleying swoop of it all puts Terra Cotta's woodchip paths and trickling stream to shame. And the houses may be boring-looking overall - row on row of dull brick, street after street - but it's good shelter, and you'll find a few odder ones tucked away near the forest. Who cares if they don't have much variety when nature has so many? Who? Not us. Well, maybe us. Well, but you could have the buses from Toronto running later.
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