Bursting The Bubble (part 1) - Vancouver on Valentine's Day

For all the dismissive remarks we may make about it being a cynical marketing ploy devised by unscrupulous greetings card companies, Valentine's Day usually brings out the more romantic side in people - my girlfriend and I are no different. W e spent the day in Vancouver, touring the city that was so disappointingly rain-sodden when we last visited in November. What's more, among Whistler seasonnaires a consistent part of the culture is the concept of 'bursting the bubble' and leaving the sometimes confined-feeling village to breathe in some strange air for a few days, if only to renew your enthusiasm upon returning.

It appears we didn't take that many photos, clearly too loved-up to be overly concerned with expanding our amateur photography portfolio. For posterity's sake, here are our efforts:

Vancouver is a rather grey city for most of the year.

A really big wheel. Or, a cog, as I later found out, that has been positioned hence to commemorate the opening of the bridge over to Granville Island. I think. I wasn't really paying attention, being more concerned with posing inside of it like the geeky foreign exchange students that have their pictures taken while perched atop the lions at the base of Nelson's Column in London.

The happy couple, enjoying their day.