(via High Level the bridge that refuses to fall) “On summer mornings in the 1920s, I would wake to the sound of the High Level Bridge. The hollow clop-clop-clop of horses treading the wooden blocks that paved the traffic deck carried far and clear when the wind was light and the air heavy with dew.” Tony Cashman writing about the High Level Bridge.
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“On summer mornings in the 1920s, I would wake to the sound of the High Level Bridge. The hollow clop-clop-clop of horses treading the wooden blocks that paved the traffic deck carried far and clear when the wind was light and the air heavy with dew.”

Tony Cashman writing about the High Level Bridge.

Source: edmontonjournal.com

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