Paris crepe
Montreal
Montreal is perhaps best known for its bustling night life. St. Laurent is impressive; I experienced it to the fullest extent with the QUIC team, a group of students I am forever grateful to be a part of. It is truly a university town; it is youthful and artful. But perhaps the best way to describe Montreal is a feeling of uncanniness. Familiar signs and logos appear on older buildings, dubbed by a more romantic language. There is something undeniably Canadian about this city.
Vancouver
Pasta lupinos
In a village with fake, touristy food, this small nondescript Italian restaurant serves amazing pasta for a great price.
Whistler glacier
Lost.
Lost ski
Glades
Clouds between mountains
From a chairlift
Peak to peak
Creme brasserie
This restaurant was recommended by the most dubious of sources but the one star on Toronto life calmed my fears. It is located in the heart of Yorkville, duly noted on the back the business card of my directionally challenged friend. The tomatoes, which lined my mussels and decorated her trout were a perfect balance of sweet and sour. All-in-all, a great recommendation on behalf of "some Asian forum".
Beautiful british columbia
I arrived in Vancouver last night quite late (11pm) and at Charlie (Reese)'s displeasure chose to sleep instead of galavant for 5 measly hours. Downtown Vancouver has a toronto-like quality but the landscape changes quickly as you travel north. The hilly roads wind through some spectacular displays of nature. At every turn there seems to be a trio of lakes, forests and snowy mountains (the latter the reason for this reading week trip). The temperature was but 5 degrees that you could stroll at night without a jacket. It really seems like a wonderful place to live; I am envious of all those lucky enough to call this home.
Whistler
Ki restaurant
Really good tapas style Japanese restaurant with a price tag to match. The deep fried butterfish roll was particularly appetizing.
Raptors
Poor Thomas Lee could not find a counterparty
Olivea 9.99 lunch
Olivea's lunch ends at 2pm which is a nice hand-off to Chien noir whose midday menu begins at 2:30. Both are satisfying, cheap and fine European. I had the beef brisket today, which was strangely reminiscent of smoke's pulled pork. And I'll never understand why Olivea insists on mixing romaine with arugula. But nevertheless everything here is really quite well thought out.