Route 101 . . . Victoria . . .

Steel city with glass windows and doors, a skyline that stretches into craggy milkified peaks. Cold blue fog, sterile and clean white lined buildings. Eating at Nam where the server spoke in awe of the 7 lane freeways in Los Angeles. Crossing the bridge from one part of town to the next. Stanley park where I slept in the car and then the next day it was raining.  Seeing the view of the suspension bridge and still waters. Climbing up the harbor tower and enjoying the panoramic views. Talking with the a bubbly girl at the tourist office who gave excellent information. Staying at the London Lodge which father never forgave for being a rip off.  Racially diverse shops and restaurants, a decent art scene, a wonder city.
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Route 101 . . . Victoria . . .