Enter the Ambassador Bridge and you enter a bleak conrete world woven with bridges and seemingly frozen in time.

[Above] A contruction-suspended bridge forms the gateway to a quarter-mile long snaking roadway that eventually coils onto the bridge.

[Below] A newly built vacant fueling station sits walled off by concrete barriers.


Looping into the complex you are ushered past the new duty free store and fueling station. A second bridge to nowhere looms in the background. Let's stop and take a look.


It is an immense facility but has few visitors. The fueling station does good businesss as Canadians fill up on the cheap-to-them gasoline.




Bad Eddie Francis!! Why doesn't he tear down those eyesores? How can he make the good people of Windsor live next to such ruins? By the way, is that the Michigan Central Depot in the background of the upper left picture? This is the first sign that greets you as you enter the store.


A giant alcohol stand dominates the east end.


Aisles of full perfume, toiletries and jewelry but void of people.



...and Liquor, candy, tobacco... all waiting for what?