Koreans in Robson

I spent much of the day inside cleaning up my place, in preparation of the arrival of my grandparents only to find out that my grandfather was taking advantage of the fine weather to work on his boat. Upon explaining this, my grandmother suggested that I do the same and get out of the house for a bit.

And so I'm here.

I'm in Robson Square. For the non-Vancouver folk, that's the area next to the Vancouver Art Gallery, and down a series of steps. Nestled below street level, and partially covered by a series of domes that create a nifty echo-effect, I'm sitting here listening to two guys play music in a language I totally don't understand -- but it's still pretty.

A woman is sitting there next to the two guys with her 3yearold daughter, the Father not too far away. It's clear that the family is there both for the tunes as well as the fun acousitc beneath the domes. It looks like a bunch of other kids have joined us down here now, running around in the square playing tag or something.

I think I have to start accepting Vancouver for what it is and not what it isn't. Like any other place, my home has some serious problems, but I can't deny that it has some real beauty and promise.