Cannery Row

The place Steinbeck wrote about is no longer a fish canning and processing district. Shops and restaurants have taken over the old canning plants.

Steinbeck purist probably find fault with the change. But frankly, I much rather be sitting in Starbucks sipping my tall caramel machiato without the overwhelming smell of rotting fish.

Hooray for human advancement.

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