Last evening I went to the University of British Columbia to see a production of Don Giovanni, they did a credible job, unfortunately they couldn’t make it shorter. On the leaving the UBC grounds 20 plus young Irish people boarded the bus, my guess is they rent rooms in the university dormitories in the summer, all clearly having had a few inexpensive drinks before heading for the expensive clubs and bars in town. It was quite a contrast, Don Giovanni and heavily dressed professionals singing about infidelity and young ladies in micro shorts and see through tops fully aware of the affect they were having on testosterone flooded young men going cross eyed trying not to stare.
You know you are in Vancouver when you see an ad announcing the Bicycle Lawyer of the Year.
You can take the metro to Richmond the predominantly Chinese suburb of Vancouver where the food court in the mall offers mainly food from different areas of China.
There is old 60s art on the back of a building.
And an ad for marijuana, it’s legal here at the front of the building.
You find there is someone with a sense of humor more warped than your own. Moral: A skunk drinking vodka and wearing sun glasses should not try to cross 4th Avenue at night wearing sunglasses.
A small dogs waits patiently at the door of the fish shop on 4th Avenue.
If you applaud and laugh with people going to a party on 4th Avenue they will try to persuade you to come with them. I told them I wasn’t dressed for it – but next time.
Walking along the beach you can meet Julia who is creating a memorial bench, the other benches are weather stained brown, for her husband who died 4 years ago. To express my appreciation for her making Vancouver a nicer place I went back the next day with a small gift of some chocolates.
For me this photo sums it up
