We had lunch at the Seasons Restaurant in the park, distinguished by a plaque at the entrance marking this restaurant as the place where Gorbachov and Bill Clinton had dined at way back in 1993 during a summit. We were situated at a table by the large bay windows which looked out to the downtown core in the distance with the snow-capped mountains as a backdrop. Good fortune had us choosing from the special Dine-Out Vancouver menu, as we were in the midst of this annual gobble-festival for a chance to stuff our faces with food in establishments we wouldn't normally give patronage to. Perhaps it was the time of day where most people would be working, but as I looked around the restaurant, I saw only a sea of old ladies with pouffy white hair sitting around, gossiping about something trivial I'm sure. I felt so youthful in their midst.
Fog crept in, and by the time we were at the University of British Columbia, we couldn't see much of anything at all. The Museum of Anthropology was closed for renovations as well, so we were out of there pretty quick and moved on to explore the downtown core instead. I drove over to the Moshie Safdie designed Vancouver Public Library's central branch and spent some time admiring the colosseum-like architecture with floors and floors of books of all kinds. Mom wanted to take some Japanese books out but couldn't as she didn't have her library card with her.
Our last stop for the day was to Sushi House in Richmond where we picked up a large party-tray of assorted sushi to have at home for dinner. All along the day, I had the car radio tuned to CBC Radio One (now on 88.1 FM!) listing to news about Barrack Obama's inauguration, his speech, and the celebration that took place all around the world simultaneously. Even songs about Obama written by songwriters and musicians the world over were heard, my favourite one was of the song titled "There's no one as Irish as Barrack O'Bama".
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