First up was the Vancouver International Film Festival. We watched Un Dimanche à Kigali (A Sunday in Kigali) and I cried like a baby. Seriously. The last 45 minutes of the movie there was a constant stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. Even though I was not able to tear my eyes from the screen (and I did not have enough chutzpah to look anyone in the eye) I know the girl sitting to my right was crying just as much as I was. Paul was stoic as ever - it must be a man thing.Afterwards, we had to walk through the streets for a while so that I could dry out and recover from the movie. (I tear up just thinking about it) Street food was so yummy. There is free wireless access just about everywhere you go. How great is this town?
We ate dinner at a restaurant Paul has been re-reading the New York Times review of daily (click on the picture to read the article). It was clear that when we went to Vancouver we would be eating all Indian food - and it was great. Vij's ( http://www.vijs.ca/) does not take reservations and there is a line outside the door about 20 minutes before the place opens. The kitchen staff is all women and the husband of the chef runs the front of the house. They send random tasty bites around the dining room and to anyone waiting for a table several times an hour. The place runs so smoothly. You look at the open kitchen and see all of the chefs standing around talking between courses. This is possible because the ENTIRE restaurant is filled within the first 20 minutes of opening -so everyone is at the same point in the meal at the same time for the first seating. Service is incredibly attentive. It was great. Vicram and Meera are to Indian food what Rick Bayless is to Mexican - that is the highest of compliments.Off to a camping ground for the evening...
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