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I'm watching the Merchant of Venice in a gigantic tent close to the Pacific at Bard on the Beach in Vancouver. 24k roses The rear of the set is available to the sky and just past the trader's head a bald eagle is being mobbed by a herd of gulls. A float plane is winging in across English Bay and a journey transport sails past while heading to Alaska. As the sun sets, the lights happen up at the culmination of Grouse, Vancouver's colder time of year ski mountain, and meanwhile, the joggers, cyclists and skateboarders pound the way along the close by sea.

That is Vancouver - refined, amazingly lovely and with its wild beginnings incidentally meandering through a scene from Shakespeare. No big surprise Vancouver has consistently been casted a ballot "World's Most Livable City" by the UK's Mercer Institute.

Aside from Chinatown, a guest to Vancouver does well to remain toward the west side of the city - near that regal blue Pacific. A most loved excursion is on one of the bath toy ship boats to the fantastic Public Market on Granville Island where the colossal sockeye salmon on the fishmongers stands are a token of one more of BC's wild animals.

However, maybe Stanley Park, Vancouver's 1000 section of land timberland directly close to the focal point of town summarizes the soul of this city . I lease a bicycle and ride around the recreation center's 6.5 mile seawall passing Chinese families on in-line skates, command hierarchies and the thick, dull backwoods - scene of so many "X Files" scenes. There are fine sand sea shores here; the Japanese flow clears in and makes it sufficiently warm to swim. Toward the finish of the seawall I conclude that I've acquired a stop at one of the numerous gelatarias or cafés that line adjoining Denman road in Vancouver's lively West End. As I leave the recreation center I stop to appreciate an extremely English rose nursery - this is British Columbia - when I see a sign admonition me about coyotes.

Assuming Vancouver is a person born after WW2 who has kept in shape doing yoga and cycling to work, then, at that point, Whistler is a snowboarding kid in loose jeans and Victoria the tidy grandma in pearls. In any case, they all offer the back yard that is staggering British Columbia.

The Sea to Sky Highway that runs from Vancouver to Whistler is presumably one of the most delightful stretches of street on the planet with the imperial blue, fjord-like Howe Sound aside and the mountains on the other. In the event that you wind up on this street among November and February, make a short stop at Brackendale only north of Squamish where the biggest get-together of bald eagles in North America happens each colder time of year. The Brackendale Art Gallery and tea house has the hawk count.

Right away Whistler would appear to have one more sort of natural life. The town, which will have the 2010 Winter Olympics with Vancouver, draws in snowboarders and mountain bikers who like their lager cold and their music noisy. Yet, harmony can be seen as on one of the four title greens or on one of the delicate signposted climbs from the focal point of the town. Better still ride the gondola to the highest point of the mountain and take the somewhat more demanding Harmony Loop trail to be given a feeling of being on the highest point of Canada.

Whistler is named after its nearby inhabitant, the aged marmot whose call is an abrasive whistle. Be that as it may, for a genuine natural life experience, join nearby "bear man" Michael Allen on one of his late spring dusk visits to see his cherished wild mountain bears on their evening search for berries. Whistler's traveler office gives subtleties of climbs and will place you in contact with Michael.

After all that wild it's the ideal opportunity for tea. Presumably the most astonishing and heartfelt course to evening tea at the Empress Hotel in Victoria is to ride a float plane out of Vancouver hold onto and be kept in Victoria harbor only minutes from the tremendous lavish lunch nook in the Empress. Vancouver's glass high rises unexpectedly appear to be far away as you fly over Victorian cabins and dock close by the respected old lodging.

Assuming Victoria is the demure lady of this threesome, then, at that point, maybe this is the spot for a couple of more steady exercises. The Royal British Columbia Museum directly across the road from the inn is perhaps the best gallery in Canada. They have a superb First Nation show that describes the powerful story of Canada's native individuals. In absolute difference, the Emily Carr House on a lovely road of bungalows between the Empress and the Pacific Ocean, gives a sample of Victoria's past and of one unprecedented lady. Emily Carr was a painter and author a spicy contemporary of Georgia O'Keefe who has turned into a Canadian organization.

The wonderful Butchart gardens merit a visit in any season however even in tidy Victoria, wild animals float exceptionally near the edge of this quiet town with its pony drawn carriages and two layer visit transports. A few units of orcas, or executioner whales, make their home right external the harbor. A guest can polish off his cream tea, walk five minutes to one of the zodiac pontoons in the harbor and inside the space of minutes be skimming across the Pacific to see an orca penetrating in the cove. That is the unusual and superb combination of social polish and ferocity that is British Columbia.

Janette Griffiths is an honor winning travel author, writer and telecaster. She splits her time between Vancouver, London and Paris. She is presently adjusting her clever The Singing House - set in the high heartfelt universe of Wagnerian show - to the screen.