I certainly said “adult” when I bought a ticket at the Bill Reid Gallery of Northwest Coast Art…But the lady at the counter treated me as a “student” somehow…
The Bill Reid Gallery is just a one minute from the Pendulum Gallery. Bill Reid was a Canadian artist of Haida tribe origin. I looked at some of his art works at the Museum of Anthropology the previous day. So, I came to the gallery after the Pendulum.
When the lady at the ticket office said, “You’re a student,” I denied it, “Oh, I’m not a student.” But she said something and unfortunately I could not understand exactly what she said with my English abilities… Or…should I say “fortunately”?
There were many elaborate art works of Bill Reid in the gallery. I love First Nations’ designs. They look “naïve” at first glance, but they are artful and sophisticated. They have both boldness and sensitivity. I had a wonderful time there surrounded by my favorite art.
A cathedral stands with stealth among modern glass-scrapers behind the Bill Reid Gallery: Christ Church Cathedral. I visited the church after the Bill Reid Gallery. Opening the door, I was enveloped by heavy silence. I stepped into the world of the 19th century. The light source was the faint sunlight through beautiful stained glass and flickering candle lights. Adjusting to the dim light, I found a cleric at the counter.
“Excuse me.” I whispered because the place was really quiet.
“Yes.” The holy man looked up at me from his book or something.
“Can I look around inside?”
“Of course.” He smiled.
“Oh, you don’t need to pay.” He looked a little surprised.
“Oh, really? Thank you. And can I take some photos…?”
“Sure. And you don’t need to pay for that, either. Take your time.” He said that with a big smile.
A man was sitting on a bench with his eyes closed. I also sat on a bench and closed my eyes. The scent of delicate flowers hit my nostrils. I felt as if my tangled nerves were untwining slowly. After how long time I don’t know, I opened my eyes and scanned the place. The sitting man was still there. I started walking on tiptoe to look at the stained glass…The panels were wonderful!
Leaving the cathedral, I dropped by Urban Fare, the grocery store, on the way to my hotel. A sales clerk caught my attention while I was shopping.
“Why don’t you try some tea?” She said that and smiled at me. Suddenly I realized how tired I was. I had not drunk anything at all after brunch. I approached her and chose an herbal tea: Chocolate Spice. “Where are you from?” The clerk started a conversation.
She said that she had come to the shop from Capilano, where I had been in the heavy rain that morning. We talked about Canada’s rich nature while I was sipping the tea. The paper cup was empty, and the chocolate-colored liquid was soon absorved into my cells. Then I felt revived.
“How was that tea?”
“That’s good. You can take a sample. Which one would you like?”
“This one,” I picked up a box of Chocolate Spice tea.
“What do you mean? Do you want that as a sample? Or…are you going to buy it?“
“I’d like to buy this.”
“REALLY?” She was surprised and stared at me for a while.
“No, no, no…Actually, you are the first person to buy anything from me today!”
“REALLY?” It was my turn to be surprised. “Well…Congratulations!”
“Thank you! Enjoy your trip!” She looked really happy.
“Thanks!” I got on the way back to my hotel in a cheerful and agreeable mood.
My Travel in Vancouver Part 1 is HERE.
MY Travel in Vancouver Part 2 is HERE.
My Travel in Vancouver Part 3 is HERE.
MY Travel in Vancouver Part 4 is HERE.