Lake Shore Boulevard Bailey Bridge is a Bailey bridge in Toronto. It is the only remaining Bailey bridge within the pre-amalgamated City of Toronto. It was erected in 1952 (some say 1947) but dates back to World War II when it was manufactured for the British Army. It is used as a pedestrian bridge to connect Exhibition Place to the waterfront south of Lake Shore Boulevard.
This type of bridge was used to allow visitors to the Canadian National Exhibition to walk to waterfront activities in safety.
It was erected by the Hydro-Electric Power Commission of Ontario using steel supplied by the Dominion Bridge Company and was renovated during 1998.
Famous quotes containing the words lake, shore, boulevard, bailey and/or bridge:
“The best quality tea must have creases like the leathern boot of Tartar horsemen, curl like the dewlap of a mighty bullock, unfold like a mist rising out of a ravine, gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr, and be wet and soft like a fine earth newly swept by rain.”
—Lu Yu (d. 804)
“Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west—sun there half an hour
high—I see you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning
home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.”
—Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
“Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
here, there, interrupting, all deep and debonair,
The pink paint on the innocence of fear;
Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall.”
—Gwendolyn Brooks (b. 1917)
“There are two kinds of talent, man-made talent and God-given talent. With man-made talent you have to work very hard. With God-given talent, you just touch it up once in a while.”
—Pearl Bailey (1918–1990)
“I see four nuns
who sit like a bridge club,
their faces poked out
from under their habits,”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)