By Maryanna Gabriel
"Of all the gin joints in the world, she had to walk into mine."
Movie "Casablanca"
It's the best airport I have seen and by now I have seen a few. Walking off the plane into the Vancouver airport my heart swells with pride. A river of water pours with a wash of sound, vast wooden carvings by Bill Reid and others mesmerize, beautiful Salish coloured weaving tantalize and wave in the moving air, trees and plants soothe while rising to glass where light pours in as escalators quietly convey one to an efficient and friendly customs populated by the cultural mosaic that is this country. Coming from Paris, the Charles De Gaulle Airport where the cool greys, muted signage, lack of manned information, and kiosks geared strictly to the French as opposed to an international perspective heightens my appreciation on this side of the world for what is home. I write to you now of my walks in Provence and Languedoc in southern France.