In recent years, Vancouver has been voted the number one city in which to live, and at the same time it has been voted the city with the third worst fashion sense in the world. I think the truth lies somewhere in between. I have been to Paris, London and New York, and Vancouver cannot hold a candle to them for culture, architecture, lifestyle ~~ well, just about anything. Vancouver is fortunate to be situated in a beautiful location, but it's a fairly young city and has not yet really established any sense of style. In fact, it's really just an overgrown logging town / port, located between the mountains, the old growth forest and the ocean. We do, however, have one of the sexiest beaches in North America. Who knew...! Perhaps that's the reason for the poor fashion sense... yoga pants, blue jeans, sneakers and baseball caps. Did I mention yoga pants...?
Every year at this time, I dream of faraway places with strange-sounding names... Well, maybe not the strange-sounding names, but definitely the faraway places. This year I am dreaming of Rome. How wonderful it would be to wake up tomorrow morning, and fly off to Rome. Now there is a city with style and elegance, not to mention incredible architecture, antiquities, art and history. I would visit all the usual places ~~ the plazas, the Sistine Chapel and the museums, the Colosseum and the Pantheon ~~ oh goodness, there is too much to even mention here. Mostly I would soak in the ambience of the city, not to mention the food and wine.
And then I would swing over to Milan and see the fresco of Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper. Just think, being able to see the frescos in the Sistine Chapel in Rome, and The Last Supper in Milan. Do we have anything to compare here in Vancouver? Well, yes, if you include the graffiti underneath the Granville Bridge... Then I would have an espresso at Caffè Cova, an ancient Milanese coffeehouse founded in 1817 near the Teatro alla Scala. Oh, goodness. And then I would spend the afternoon strolling through the fashion district. I couldn't afford to buy anything, but I could look.
Armchair travel is wonderful, but not as good as the real thing. If someone were to give you an open airline ticket, and you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would you go? Would it be a warm topical island? Or would it be a cosmopolitan city bustling with culture and night life? Enquiring minds want to know.