Skyped with Lynn today in Provence, mid-afternoon her time – she said after the debate between Le Pen and Macron, it was sure who would win. She said Le Pen had managed to convince people she was just an ordinary right-wing politician, but in the debate she spewed hatred and misinformation, and she was ill prepared; it was a debacle for the hideous Front National. They have not gone away, but they were defeated today. Bravo for France. Smarter than the Americans. No surprise there.
It’s the end of a sunny day – the beaches of the West End are packed with people, young and old, having picnics, playing in the sand – a group of young people brought a portable dance floor and were cha cha cha’ing on the grass. I am looking at the water as the sun goes down behind the mountains – two people paddleboarding, skimming across the water, the little boats chugging back in. On a day like today, it’s pure paradise here.
It was the Vancouver Marathon this morning, which goes right by Bruce’s front door – both the half and the full marathon, fronted by the Africans, the human cheetahs who pound by as if just running for the bus instead of finishing many kilometres. And then, behind, the great normal runners, and then the ordinary folk, thousands of them lumbering along. I went down to applaud, and for the rest of the day, the city was full of people wearing marathon medals around their necks. Well deserved medals.
Chris and I went for a walk in Stanley Park to see the rhododendrons and azaleas. I have to say that besides the mountains and the ocean, what Vancouver has going for it are those two flower bushes, which we do not get in Ontario. Stunning. And for some reason, there was a big fake moose.