It’s a glittering Sunday morning in Vancouver. I SO lucked out in the hotel department. The 901 Beach Hotel, I found on internet, sounded good, turned out to be a few hundred yards from the water in this section of Vancouver (West End, Yaletown, Gastown) that is almost an island; 90% of the perimeter of this area water-surrounded. Totally kayakable (and SUP-able).
Yesterday afternoon I took a ferry across to Granville Island, a thriving public market, 100s of vendors, great food, fruit, nuts, wine, oysters, crabs, smoked salmon, craft beers, art, music, restaurants, food stalls, outdoor wear, kayaks — crowded, lots of tourists, yes, but vital and fun nonetheless. Going back with grown-up camera today.
PLUS a block away is the Tartine Bakery, with as-good-as-it-gets lattes, muffins, bread, and wi-fi.
I had dinner last night with my friend Vic Marks at his farm a half hour south of Vancouver. Turns out he’s a car nut: 1939 Studebaker pickup truck, possibly the most beautiful p/up truck I’ve ever seen. A sleek low black Jaguar. A purple 1930s Cord (810/812), forchrissake’s — immaculate, I couldn’t believe I was seeing a Cord in person. Will put up pics when I get chance — you car nuts are gonna love these vehicles.
PLUS let’s hear it for Ploom stealth!