Spa
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A massage and few random things in Victoria
On Sunday morning, the 31st of July, Kiesa and I headed to breakfast at Jam Cafe in downtown Victoria. There was a line running down the sidewalk waiting for a seat, in the bright morning sun, but there was a light breeze coming down the street from the harbour so it wasn't as hot as I would have expected. After a half-hour's wait we got a seat at the outdoor parklet for breakfast.
After breakfast we wandered around downtown Victoria and eventually found ourselves in a massive bookstore with a substantial used collection. I stumbled upon the perfect book to answer a question I had for the blog post I was writing about my ancestors immigrating to the United States a century ago: Reeds Marine Distance Tables, which included a table that gave me the distance from Le Havre, France to New York (3080 nautical miles).
The main feature of our Sunday was a massage scheduled at the spa on the ground floor of our hotel in the middle of the afternoon, just at the right time to make it difficult to do much else during the day. Kiesa scheduled her massage for the first hour-long slot, then I got the second hour-long slot. This was my first time getting a massage, and it was an interesting experience. I did end up feeling better afterwards.
For a post-massage snack we went to get a "beaver tail", an allegedly-culturally-significant Canadian dessert that was comprised of a flat fried bread with a selection of toppings. I got mine with an apple topping, and I can confirm that it was good, though it was a bit messy to eat properly.
After some brief souvenir shopping on Government Street (I got stickers, because that's what I collect now), supper at a pho place, and boba tea on Douglas Street, we spotted a group of seagulls fighting over several slices of pizza on the sidewalk. They failed to disperse as we approached, and I designated the one that had a particularly good grasp on the pizza in its beak as "Pizza Seagull", as Victoria's obvious answer to New York's Pizza Rat.
