Every time I find myself in downtown Vancouver on a weekday, the song “Under Pressure” by Queen belts out in my head like a busker. Perhaps it’s the sea of business suits that bursts forth at noon for lunch. It’s quite a sight. Royal center mall is practically overrun. It looks like a high school cafeteria for investment bankers. I imagine running the rat race in Vancouver has to be more annoying than other large cities. In Toronto or New York, there’s nothing but buildings. In Van though, you can see out between the bars of your concrete prison. The grand forests of Stanley Park and the North Shore call out, “Hey You! You in the tie! Get out here and kill some deer with your bare hands!”
And you know what? Downtown is small enough that if you made a run for it, you just might make it back before lunch is over.