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The BYM and I walked around a fair bit of downtown Vancouver yesterday. Our stops included:
JJ Bean: terrific chocolate croissants; a Happy Planet "Extreme Planet" juice -- I find the smiley face on the cap somewhat unnerving, but the beverage itself was fine, and it's kind of cool seeing bilingual labels everywhere); Sunday tabloids spread across the front bar; fun people-watching/story-concocting (the range included a couple of exceptionally tall, nerdish chaps; a middle-aged Asian social worker; fashionable executives (the latter African Canadian); hipsters; painters; a meter man; lots of students; an older man in shapeless shorts that were probably older than anyone currently playing for the Grizzlies; a young woman stalking by with a quart of milk; and at least two poodles with vests)
the Moon Festival at the Sun Yat-sen Garden. It was a low-key affair. I especially enjoyed the koi feeding, which involved a large gong and included a huge, orange 47-year-old fish named Madonna.
noshing and sipping at New Town (fried radish cake, oh YES), Bambo's, The Shop Vancouver, and Marutama
glimpses from the March for Reconciliation: a hip-hop choir; feathered cloaks and chaps; an orca mask; a sea of umbrellas
poking around The Paper Hound, a bookshop on Pender. Here's my sweetie in front of the science shelves:
As one enters the store, one of the first things at hand is a poetry vending machine...
...and a medicine cabinet containing To Kill a Mockingbird, a Lenny Bruce parody of Dale Carnegie, and other classics:
Next to that, there are a trio of card racks stuffed with letters, bookmarks, bookplates, and other ephemera, with this explanation:
I was charmed by the signage elsewhere in the shop...
... as well as the clever displays. One grouping: a thick tome on lab instruments, a treatise on magic, a history of cryptography, and a collection of William Blake engravings. Just considering how all these are related delights me:
Nearby, on the floor, there was a stack of sheet music:
And there were contemporary publications for sale as well:
I was tempted both by the graphic novel of Blue Is the Warmest Color and a guide to Vancouver architecture (but what I ended up splurging on was a translation of Louis Aragon's Treatise on Style. I also saw a French edition of Cheryl Strayed's Wild. The BYM picked up a signed copy of Chuck Palahniuk's Pygmy.
One more paper hound:
As one enters the store, one of the first things at hand is a poetry vending machine...
...and a medicine cabinet containing To Kill a Mockingbird, a Lenny Bruce parody of Dale Carnegie, and other classics:
Next to that, there are a trio of card racks stuffed with letters, bookmarks, bookplates, and other ephemera, with this explanation:
I was charmed by the signage elsewhere in the shop...
... as well as the clever displays. One grouping: a thick tome on lab instruments, a treatise on magic, a history of cryptography, and a collection of William Blake engravings. Just considering how all these are related delights me:
Nearby, on the floor, there was a stack of sheet music:
And there were contemporary publications for sale as well:
I was tempted both by the graphic novel of Blue Is the Warmest Color and a guide to Vancouver architecture (but what I ended up splurging on was a translation of Louis Aragon's Treatise on Style. I also saw a French edition of Cheryl Strayed's Wild. The BYM picked up a signed copy of Chuck Palahniuk's Pygmy.
One more paper hound:
