Vancouver, being part of the west coast, is equally criticized and applauded for its youth. Civilization as we know it barely spans two centuries in this corner of the world, and while that can generate a sense of dawning opportunity and exuberance, it also means that we sometimes lack the refinement, conscience, and depth of a European city.
This criticism is often leveled at Vancouver’s architecture. It’s true that we have yet to build our Notre Dame. The city is not without highlights, however, and I’ve spent many an evening ambulating among them. Here is a favourite from one such stroll: