There are 92 apartments in The Martinique.
They include various sized studios and one bedroom suites.
It was constructed half a century ago in 1966.
One resident has called this building his home for 50 years.
Thanks to the generosity of our hosts we are calling this home for a few months of our gypsy life. We occupy one of two penthouses on the 13th floor overlooking the city. The other side of the top level, dedicated to a pool and sun worshipping area, overlooks Sunset Beach and English Bay.
I am overwhelmed by the thought that a diversity of food is being prepared in 92 kitchens on any given day in this building. The walls have witnessed all aspects of human frailty over the years. A variety of people have either called this home or passed through enroute to other, less interesting locales.
Every morning we descend in the elevator, walk out the front door and embark on a walk down tree lined streets. Sometimes the goal is to reach the gym for John's workout routine while I explore the many streets and laneways in the West End. Other times we stop for coffee and wander together. There is always something new to catch our eye.
Denman & Pacific
Laneway behind Denman Street