Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream. So wrote John Steinbeck in his American classic Cannery Row.
Steinbeck lived nearby from 1930 through to 1941 when the fishing and canning of sardines would have been on an industrial-scale. But then the sardines declined, and the canneries all closed down during the 1960s.
Where once workers toiled, now tourists stuff themselves with calories and drink in the renovated cannery buildings. But look closely and there’s still some of the industrial heritage to see.