After I emerged from the park, I made the quick hike downhill to famous Stanley Park Seawall, which took over 60 years to complete. My goal was to make it to the viewpoint at the top of the Seawall and then take an Uber back to my place. So, off I went on this magnificent pathway.

I eventually made it to the Lions Gate Bridge, which connected to West Vancouver.

Just on the other side was the lookout point.

As evidenced by the pictures above, the lookout wasn’t exactly an easy spot to catch a ride so I decided to continue down the path.

I eventually came across a small beach where people were taking advantage of the last bit of sunny weather probably for awhile. At this point, I decided I might as well just finish the entire path, which ended near English Bay Beach.

I was exhausted by the time I got back to my place but still had one more night out ahead of me where I’d finally check out the Gastown section.

Gastown was on the other end of town and had become the new hip area, with more of an industrial chic vibe than the sleek modern part where I was staying. My friend Stephanie had recommended a spot called L’Abittoir and I soon was sitting at a great table overlooking the main room

I opted to stick to sparkling water this time to give my body a break. I also didn’t want to eat a ton so I opted for 2 appetizers as my meal. First up was smoked trout with fresh horseradish and a peasant bread lathered with butter. I tried the trout first with a piece of the bread, which while delicious, was way too rich. So I ate the rest without anything else. It was delicious, with the horseradish adding some nice kick to the perfectly smoked trout.

Next up was the grilled scallops with sliced fennel in a pumpkin sauce. The scallops were dense and beautifully cooked with the fennel helping cut through. The pumpkin sauce was bursting with flavor and surprisingly light.

I decided to walk off my meal by taking a stroll around the area, which for a Sunday night, was pretty active. It was fascinating though how different the look and mood was from Yaletown.

My final stop was at the famous steam clock, which as the name implies, is a large clock powered by steam. A tribute to the city’s more industrial past and a fitting way to essentially end my visit to this great city.

The next morning, the weather had finally turned, with a steady downpour that lasted throughout my departure. My trip home was thankfully uneventful (and not really pic worthy) but I intend to return sooner rather later to continue exploring this jewel of a city.