Vancouver, Canada. We had departed from Belingham US, A, "the downstairs neighbor". After a few days on a boat from Alaska....
A tribute to those who do not surrender to the vicissitudes with which life surprises us...
The Vancouver Jazz Festival.
On weekends, the streets where transport ceases to circulate are taken over by the population in the most diverse modalities. Life is full of animation, joy and affection. Concord is the blood that circulates through these arteries. LIVE THE LIFE...
More activities that stimulate, making up for the days of toil...
The fun continues...
All these ways of living and coexisting are naturally an interlude to marriage...
Anthropology Museum. Haida Houses and Totems tradition of these peoples, animals and mythical creatures that represent them.
Idem...
The tightrope walker, a combination of strength, patience and persistence, and a few coins that are always falling...
Browsing! Fun and training...
Transit to return to Vancouver...
Kelowna...
Traffic...
Lake Louise...
Takakkaw Falls. Photo for later relive...
Banff National Park. Canada's first national park is in the Rocky Mountains. The 1st of July is the National Day of Canada, the parades of various communities that contribute to this country... In this photo the Ukrainian community.
Banff National Park the Scottish community..
Glant Cedars Walk...
Othello Tunnels.
Canada positively surprised me. A quiet environment, communicative people, friendly service in contacts, frankly I liked it!
I remembered that in the sixties Canada had many social and economic problems, due to the coexistence of French and English. The British had
hand the market and finance. The French community since the 17th century was quite numerous, Catholic and had the support of the rural community. They tried a revolution to which
called the "silent revolution" and which ran into British interests.
Two referendums were held, defeating the intentions of the French community.
The French language in the Quebec region is still spoken.
In the sixties of the last century, the publishing house D. Quixote published some notebooks
of which I read two, one about "Quebec" and the other about "Ireland".
Always the eternal question, Catholics against Protestants and vice versa, not forgetting the vile "metal", which was, is and will always be present! Memories of my youth that I remembered...
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