Holland Park. Until today, I'd only ever seen it from the window of SkyTrain. I remembered a long-ago day of exploring Holland Park in London, and
felt once more like a tourist in an unfamiliar city, checking out what was to be seen.
I also stopped at Newton Library, not to smell the roses, but to enjoy the delightful white and pale pink rhododendrons in bloom. The year I moved to Vancouver, rhodos flowered in early March. I remember the date because it was my brother's birthday. After living up north, I thought I was in the tropics.