Fighting boredom in the gay village

  I'm not a huge fan of the gay village, an area which claims a title of diversity but is really just full of 60 year old male pervs and Hydro Quebec retirees eyeing each other in boredom.
   This abandoned property at Champlain and St. Cat has befuddled me. With a large market of men with disposable incomes (ie: no kids) you'd imagine that a clothing store could thrive in the area. But there's just about none anywhere.

  Some sorta impressive art deco diver is emblazoned on the big greystone on the embattled strip between Pap and Cartier. The origins of the diver aren't really clear but I'd be curious to know why it's there.
   The adjacent building, by the way, was recently struck by a blaze. The Viets who own the property and the restaurant on the main floor vow to have it back soon.
   Local residents were abuzz about the fire for days after it happened. Guess they need something to worry about.
   It takes some doing to doze off on the sidewalk under a hot, humid sun but this aboriginal managed to do just that and was assisted a few seconds later by the cute little bicycle patrol folks seen at left.
   Gotta salute someone with a finger fast enough to emblazon a message in wet cement. "Luc je t'aime quand meme."
   Luc, I love you anyways.
   Luc most likely doesn't deserve that, but that's just my speculation. 

This lovely old greystone at the NW corner of St. Cat and Cartier is no more....

...as you can see in this photo, below..
Them folks on the right were likely part of a recent transvestite fest but not sure about the bombacious babeshell at left.

Cops riding weird little machines are seen ticketing a guy who slowly and safely rode his bicycle down the pedestrian zone. He told me afterwards that he deserved the ticket, which I took to mean, "I ain't paying it." The girl with the skateboard was similarly admonished but not ticketed for a similar offence. I figured she was obviously just a kid judging by her skaterboiii cutoffs and stockings but her face later revealed her to be old enough to know better.
 One of the weirder facades has been whitewashed. This gay stripper joint on the north side of St. Cat just west of Pap has lost its big devil's head and is now just as clean as can be.