That's why the CoV's policy to enable old things to fall apart is so effective. Inevitably they get proven right that the old things can no longer be maintained and thus were never worth caring about in the first place.
You know how we didn't properly maintain that thing (JSB & too many other examples) or how we impeded somebody else from maintaining that thing (Northern Junk) or how we facilitated the abuse of that thing (Beacon Hill Park, the Harris Green, courthouse lawn)? Well nyah, because now it needs to be gutted and/or replaced. So nyah.
A person is free to love the old railing or hate it or neither, but if we're going to dismiss something like this for being inelegant or graceless then we might as well toss out our dictionaries:
inelegant
adjective: not elegant; lacking in refinement, gracefulness, or good taste.
I won't deny the railing's impact on people (or dogs) who liked to enjoy an ocean view while on all fours, but methinks the railing's major offense was the same offense committed by every beloved old thing in Victoria: it was just another worthless & stupid whatever, and yet it dared to look like it wasn't just another worthless & stupid whatever. Hey, railing, don't you know what a joke you are and what a joke your city is? No? Well, you won't be so uppity after we get through with you.
pic from https://www.rosecurrie.com/landscapes