Great couple of days, crowded with activity. Not much time to blog about it, but here are the highlights,  told mostly in pictures.

Saturday was spent at the Museum of Vancouver (MOV) and environs.

The Art Deco fashion exhibit at MOV. Lots of cloche hats.

The Neon Vancouver exhibit. The room was abuzz. Literally.

After the MOV, I headed outside and joined the other walkers along the shoreline.

There were a number of classes underway – for rowing, for yoga, and for this strange sport that involves being towed around by a parachute while standing on a skateboard. Kids these days, I swear.

Go Fish. No cards in sight.

After an hour or so, I felt the need for some lunch, so after consulting my electronic travel guide I found  a place selling local seafood called Go Fish. As you can see, they were extremely busy that day, but after 30 minutes in line and another 30 minutes waiting for my food, I finally got my halibut and chips. Definitely worth the wait, but those poor folks really need to get some more staff, they were overworked.

Someone else who was waiting for fish.
The evening’s activity was the Vancouver Canadians baseball game, thanks to friend Steve.

 Sunday was a visit with friend Ron, but I decided to preface it with a bit of a drive to the northwest end of Richmond, where the walking trail along the dyke wall starts. It turned out to be a good place to watch planes taking off from Vancouver Airport.

And today, I had a very fine Japanese lunch at, of all places, a seniors’ complex. The National Nikkei Heritage Centre has a residential complex attached, with a cafeteria that serves hearty comfort food. Thanks to friend Erin for suggesting it, a great find.
The Nikkei Home, and location of Hi Genki, Burnaby’s best kept secret.

Waiting for delicious things.
The National Nikkei Heritage Centre.

Afterwards, on Erin’s recommendation, I decided to explore a bit. The museum in the Centre wasn’t open (not unusual for a Monday) so I contented myself with a few pictures of the grounds.

A memorial to the Japanese displaced during World War II.

At that point, my camera battery died and I realized I hadn’t packed a spare, so out came the phone. Next stop was Deer Lake Park, a place I’d never visited when I lived in Vancouver. I may have to make a point of visiting here again.

The Heritage Carousel in Deer Lake Park. Closed on Mondays, so a little quieter than usual.  The horses must have gone for a swim, hence the towels.

A brook emptying into Deer Lake, which apparently makes for a fine picnic spot.

A trail winds all the way around the lake, which turned into a great 45 minute walk. 

And now, to prepare for the trip to the island tomorrow, and a trip back in time 49 years…