A few weeks ago I was in Vancouver in British Columbia, Canada, a fairly modest city of about 700,000 people that swells during the summer months when nearly four million tourists visit, thanks to cruise ships, conventions, and mountain views.
I was visiting the science centre (my idea of a good time) and sent my mother off in a random direction for an ice cream and a coffee (her idea of a good time). But at the time, I didn’t realise I was directing her to the gateway to perdition.
