Nothing like a Palm Sunday service in a big old cathedral, followed by a walk in a garden bursting with Spring-time bulbs to feel lighthearted and happy.

Michael and I have been coming out to Victoria since about 1986, every year, sometimes several times a year. In all those years I managed to shun the typical Canadiana tourist stuff. But this visit, I weakened. I picked up a box of maple cream cookies.

Not shown, is a bag of maple caramels, which (munch, chew, munch) are quite delicious (smack).