I can’t remember how it has become so, but whenever someone asks me where is my favourite place in Vancouver, I tend to reply West Vancouver.
I have only been to West Vancouver a handful of times, far less than my usual roaming ground of Spanish Banks or English Bay. I guess sometimes there is a tendency to place a special kind of attachment to something out of the routine.
Regardless the reason, whenever I step foot in West Vancouver, I feel like I am taking a mini excursion to a foreign place called Canada. As beautiful as Vancouver as a whole is, it is nonetheless an urban centre. As proud as Vancouverites are of Stanley Park, it is a green oasis surrounded by concrete and glass complex that is Downtown.
Obviously Canada is vast, and West Vancouver is not a conclusive representative of the country, but West Vancouver is the place within Metro Vancouver I will choose to go to if I want to be reminded of the quaintness and beauty of Canada.