Granville

It was one of the first nice days in a string of not-nice days so I decided to take myself on a little walking tour of Granville Street:

I found free parking down near Granville Island (an achievement in itself to be sure) and walked across the bridge.

There are 3 main bridges that traverse the Burrard Inlet: Cambie, Granville and Burrard. But there is something about this one…every single time I cross it; it’s magical. It’s impossible to cross this bridge on a sunny day and not fall madly in love with this city. Impossible.

Once you cross, you’re downtown and quickly in the entertainment district. I found this apropos:

Donated to an incredible street artist

When it dawned on me that I was downtown and hungry, which can only mean one thing:

I got the Okinomi (and a compliment on my Japanese pronounciation).

The seaweed flakes made it smell a little like fish food but oishii deshita (it was tasty).

Once I was fed, I pretended I could shop on Robson (Vancity’s Rodeo Drive) for about 10 minutes before sitting down to a cinnamon bun and chai. It got really windy so I decided it was time to head back across town but instead of walking, I opted for public transit

$3 one-way or $5 roundtrip

It was a little scary stepping onto something moves but it was a quick and quite pleasant trip

Back on dry land, I wandered around the market a bit then sat down outside and finished reading my book (which was wonderful).

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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