Grouse Mountain. Mt Not So Grouse.

A lazy start with a decadent French bakery breakfast at Paul's Pattisserie in Vancouver - just across the road. Coffee, better than most we've had here, though as a Melbournite and fan of Gordon Ramsay - "My gran could do better! And she’s dead!” (I absolutely jest as my Gran, Grandma and Nan were all great cooks); it's still crap coffee.

We can't get our heads around the creamer / half and half.
Lady, mademoiselle. I just want milk that tastes like real milk?

https://youtu.be/7QphMaa4wxI

A short uber ride to Mt Grouse. Maybe grouse at some times of the year. The scenery is stunning though the service? The disabled access? Disabled toilets down multiple sets of stairs - inaccessible. Snow slushed paths a wheelchair can't navigate - at least not for us, without pimping Mum's ride.
Full Karen mode and a refund later - all is forgiven.

The weather is amazing. Though bizarre. I stood outside in 10 degrees in a t-shirt and jeans. Surrounded by snow. Feeling warm in the sun.

In spite of all - a lovely day out in the beautiful weather had by all.
But. Be more Grouse. Mt Grouse.Les mer