I'm in Victoria. Pavel had a conference to attend at the Empress, so I tagged along for an escape.
An escape from what, you may ask. Wouldn't it be nicer if you asked escape to what? To that I'd say an escape to some time with Pavel, to a bit of luxury, to some walks along the harbor, and maybe to find Cadbury Shortcake Snacks (last seen by me in Victoria, about 15 years ago).
But you asked escape from what. It's a good question. I don't really have much to escape from, life is that good. But if pressed, I'd say an escape from the day to day.
Because isn't that why going somewhere--whether near or far--is so wonderful? I always feel a new lease on life coming with sudden acute observation. It makes me feel completely present, everything new and important. Heck, even the seagulls are fascinating.
Coffee so far:
Where we've lunched so far:
Red Fish Blue Fish (all local wild caught fish) Here we had pretty good fish and chips, but I came back a few days later for one of the rhubarb creamsicles they sell.
And there's so much to see. Signs that clarify:
Or just to offer some perspective on your day (and night):
There are wrapped things, like potted plants in the hallway of the convention center:
The air smells like linden blossoms, the rugosa roses that are hedges along the Selkirk Water of the Gorge, and cold salt.
The neighborhoods and gardens are wonderful. There are so many carefully pruned hedges and trees. To make room for the passersby (or undersby?):
The clematis are taking over:
And, some sort of moth-like creatures are as well:
Late in the afternoon, this one fellow is taking a nap (he must have read the sign) with his dog watching over him:
And when all else fails, the lounge at the Empress always has boiling water, tea, and silver pots at hand. And the city does it's best to remind me it's teatime.