Our drive through the dark city by cab gave me no impression of it, so when I woke in the morning and looked out of Vince's windows, the clarity of the light, interrupted by tall rectangular apartment buildings, and made more three dimensional by drifts of cloud lifting off surrounding mountains, rendered somehow aquamarine by the repeated use of frosted glass, the repetition of moss covered buildings with lower rooves, was quite breathtaking.
There are just so many things to say about the layered beauty of this city that I must start with its city views, at least the ones I've seen. And my first day was one of apparently almost unprecedented sun - so my impression is of a city of white, turquoise and green with licks of maple red.
From a penthouse garden in the West End
From Georgia Street to the North Shore
From another penthouse terrace, north over Stanley Park...
A terrace from a terrace...Kathy Frasien showed me three of her roof gardens, giving me a very privileged view of the city...
Rush hour traffic...2pm on a Friday, just like Cape Town!
From Granville Island to the West End...another roof garden.
More from Granville Island, which we reached by tiny bathtub with motor...
Vince's view facing east...
Vince's view north...
Well, I must say that both Vancouver and I were honored by your visit... She's quite a city, isn't she? She catches you off guard, gets under your skin and then purrs like a cat in love with a can of tuna...
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