Apparently it rains for 166 days a year here. Sod’s law that the entire 166 day’s worth is falling while I am in town. Nevertheless,, undaunted, this intrepid explorer braved the elements for some more sightseeing. First stop was Granville Island where I was tempted to buy one of these.
Granville Island is only a few acres in size, located slap bang in the middle of Vancouver and packed with an eclectic mix of craft shops, chandleries, a couple of micro breweries, restaurants, two or three small theatres and a sizeable indoor market
where there is an astonishing and colourful array of meats, vegetables, fish, cheeses, stalls selling only maple syrup and even one where the stallholder was making little children’s woollen hats which, at a distance looked remarkably like cakes!
Just around the corner I came across a woman weaving silk. Just the sort of thing you do on a wet Saturday!
After Granville Island, I headed off to Gastown in another part of downtown Vancouver. The place is, apparently, named after a Victorian publican named Jack Deighton who was named ‘Gassy Jack’ as he couldn’t stop talking. Mmmmm! Although, the architecture in this area is well preserved and some of it quite stunning, Gastown is just a bit too ‘touristy’ for me, even down to the steam driven clock (or so it is claimed) that emits large amounts of steam and train-like noises every half hour!
All a bit too Disney-like for my taste but the other tourists seemed to like it!
The cold wind and rain finally defeated me so I hot footed (or rather, cold footed) it back to the hotel to try and get warm and to prepare for more of the same tomorrow. This should make for an entertaining drive up to Whistler!
Glug, glug. Drip, drip!
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