Some bridges shelter trolls, if childhood tales are to be trusted. More often in my experience, bridges shelter people who have no safer refuge, artwork sanctioned or otherwise, parking lots, waterfront development, illicit transactions, and a fair amount of litter.
Sometimes they shelter gardens.
Beneath Vancouver’s Burrard bridge, between the parking lots and the dumpsters, locals are growing their own food. In raised beds and pots, they are growing strawberries and rhubarb, lemongrass and basil, pumpkins and dozens of other edible plants.
I hesitated to disclose the location of this garden, since theft is already a problem, but I’m sure none of you, my beloved readers, would ever pick something from someone else’s garden without permission.