you can never step into the same River Street twice

Rollin' down the River Street

Behold the magnificence which is Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan’s River Street.

Often has it been said that Canadians are too literal-minded; most particularly often it has been said to my face, although there’s nothing about my face in particular or in whole which is literal-minded, and indeed quite often the parts migrate at will or vanish altogether and I’ll end up all ears, ferinstance.

Quite embarrassing, especially when they see me writing down everything they say.

But that is neither here nor there. And it’s certainly not in Moose Jaw, which is not all that far from everyone’s favorite Canadian place name: Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump.

So…have you been to Moose Jaw? Have you seen it? It’s not Paris, let me tell you. So, when the city fathers/mothers/foster parents put their heads together and wanted to do something uniquely Moose Jawian, they quite naturally phoned Germany and brought over artist Edgar Muller and his team to turn River Street into a painting of a river, reportedly the world’s largest 3-dimensional painting.

How proud they must be, eh?

So they not only paved Paradise: they gravened themselves an image of it and now walk all over it.

9 thoughts on “you can never step into the same River Street twice

  1. i did most of my growing up in moose jaw. when i was learning to drive, on sundays dad would make me go to river street and parallel park because that was the only reliable place to find parked cars. did i mention that i didn’t like going to river street? did i mention that it was where the seedy dives (all two of them) and the stroll were? i didn’t?

  2. Well now you can pray for the river to flood. Isn’t that the Canadian thing, though? You have a skanky street, so you import a muralist and foof it up to get the PR, then consider the problem solved, whether or not it has been.

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