Day 689: Carr Ferry

As Laetitia walked down Raglan Road toward the Emerald Victorian, she was thinking about the previous evening. Granny and the “girls” invited her to join them at a restaurant. They are all Agatha Christie fans, and were talking about what fun Christie had with character and place names. The rude names appear only in her books; they are mostly missing from television versions of her stories. However, in what might have been an act of quiet rebellion by the production staff, scenes from the Hampshire village of Nether Wallop were used to represent Christie’s Saint Mary Mead in some of the televised Miss Marple episodes. Laetitia decided to write a song called Christie Mystery and sing it this evening at Uncle Milt’s party.

Laetitia and her group began at the Vancouver Art Gallery, focusing on the works of Emily Carr. Carr was a British Columbia native who painted in England and France, but is best known for her paintings of western Canada’s landscapes and indigenous peoples. As is the case for many artists, Carr’s recognition came late, making it necessary for her to seek to support her artistic career with conventional employment. These efforts were generally unsuccessful. Despite her staunch Presbyterian upbringing, Carr swore and smoked and was viewed as unladylike. For many years she ran a boarding house known as “The House of All Sorts.” The house is in Victoria, the next place on their itinerary.

In late afternoon, Laetitia and her group went to the Tsawwassen Ferry Terminal and crossed the Strait of Georgia, continuing through narrow passages between the Gulf Islands to Swartz Bay. After a short bus ride they arrived at Victoria. They were staying at the Empress, the imposing Victorian structure that dominates Victoria’s waterfront. After ensuring that all her guests were safely ensconced in their rooms, Laetitia sipped a gin and tonic in the Bengal Lounge and wrote the limerick of the day.

We had a new plan of attack
So we left the town of Gassy Jack
For Vancouver Isle
A place sure to beguile
On the ferry and didn’t look back.