Harriet has traveled 465.9 miles since Friday morning, and made her first International trip, smuggling Americans over the border.
…She was very accommodating.
…Even if we were totally legal about it. (We tried to keep that part on the down-low to give her a more a feel for the dramatic.)
…She (and we) were welcomed into Richmond B.C., and the tiny hamlet that it Steveston, for a joyous and tiny trip abroad to geek out about the film-set town that is Storybrooke, Main in “Once Upon A Time.”
We took mug shots of Mr. Golds:
…Gawked at The Library, ate breakfast at Granny’s:
…And braved only poking our heads into the bread peddler’s:
…As we sipped our coffees from a variety of coffee houses and frequented the tiny town boutiques, after an evening of yummy Birthday eats n’ drinks care of Marty’s family from Michigan, Indiana and Scotland abroad:
It was a a perfect get-away, an excellent closer to our show, with an ironic theme which seemed to follow us everywhere…coming full circle to the end of our Holiday. And what we found was a town of happy, and most accepting Canadians, who’d rather sleep in till 11 on a Saturday, than open early and sell something, owned an average of 1.5 dogs per person, preferred bicycles to motor vehicles, drink lots and lots of coffee from no less than 12 separate roasters, are in love with starch (mostly in the forms of baked goods and pastas), and are totally passive about the fact that Hollywood occasionally takes over their entire town to film some TV show, then halfway covers some of it back up until they return again later on whatever random dates.
…Whether filming, or not…life goes on in the little doppelganger that is sleepy little “Storybrooke,” much the same, either way.
And we’ve seen it.
So now you know.
~D
