Complicated Vancouver
March 21, 2006
Writing from a table by a large window in the Lonsdale Quay Market, I can’t help but to ponder, once more, Vancouver’s strange magic.The sun is slowly setting across the Burrard Inlet, turning North Vancouver into an orange mosaic. Red and white tug boats are tied up to a dock next to me, patiently awaiting their turn to take part in the port’s never-ending ballet. The Seabuses come and go endlessly, clockwork timing and total efficiency.Vancouver is made of extremes and contradictions. Maybe it is her high...
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