In 2009, the Wisconsin Tourism Federation changed its name to Tourism Federation of Wisconsin.
It’s fair to say Vancouver Public Library‘s acronym isn’t quite as crude, but I couldn’t help chuckling as I walked through the doors.
I walked up, up, up to the seventh floor, hoping for a view from the top. Instead, Special Collections restricted access to the best windows.
I’d recommend grabbing a sunny table on the sixth floor, and making the most of that, instead.
Next stop was Gastown, primarily to visit Revolver for a cup of the best coffee in town (so I’d heard).
Here’s how my guidebook describes the neighbourhoods : Gastown is touristy, Chinatown gritty, and Yaletown yuppie.
I carried my coffee through the Dr Sun Yat-Sen Classical Chinese Garden, which promised to be a “journey back in time to 15th Century China”, a “window to another world”.
The BBQ pork bun I bought further down the street did a better job of that, I think.
In front of the gardens, a woman cried out and pointed at the sky. She was pointing at an eagle. Apparently, it’s a big deal to spot a bald eagle in Vancouver.
“We’re blessed!” She said.
“Where has it come from?” I asked.
“Heaven,” she said with a wink.
Then: “Nah, probably Stanley Park.”