One Secret Is to Save Everything
Today is Canada Day in London—Canadians might be a bit confused by this statement, since today is June 29th and Canada’s birthday is on July 1st, and believe me, I share your confusion. Nevertheless, Canada-Day celebrations were held today in Trafalgar Square and Bob and I decided to stop by to see how Canada would be summed up by entertainment, food, and cultural activities. I should preface my review of the event by mentioning that many summers ago, Bob and I did a summer roadtrip across Canada. We drove across every province, including Newfoundland, which we almost balked at after we found out how much the ferries cost, but we rightly figured that it would be a very long time before we were out that way again and so we shelled out the cash in the name of the experience, and I never regret that we did. The more provinces, cities, towns, and countryside we saw, the more our existing belief that any cohesive notion of Canada as singular entity was preposterous rang true, so any attempt at pushing Canadian identity, Trafalgar-Square style, to an audience comprised of Canadians living in London, Londoners curious to see what Canada is all about, and Canadians on vacation in London (yes, I overheard quite a few conversations that suggested that many in the audience fit this description—you’re only in London for four days and THIS is what you want to do while you’re here?) is bound to be rather simplistic, and today’s event was just that—shockingly so. According to today’s lesson, Canadians like listening to folk music (although in all fairness, there were other acts that spanned different genres later in the evening, not one of them my taste),
while snowshoeing
and eating bison burgers (the advertised “Café Québec was nowhere to be found, and this appeared to be the only food kiosk at the event).
Apparently, Canadians are also lacking in proofreading skills: the brochure handed out at Trafalgar Square promises that the last musical performer “will be brining her majesty, artistry and power to ‘O Canada.’” It would almost have been worth it to come back at 21:25 just to see the brining. All of this would have been a bit more palatable if the brochure hadn’t opened with this spiel: “We want to tell the world about the real Canada. Our Canada. It’s vibrant, colorful and filled with progressive people.” The absurdity of using the American spelling of "colourful" in a promise to deliver the “real” Canada just about sums up this embarrassing event. Luckily, we had somewhere else to be this evening, and as we walked across the Thames, we noticed this flag by the London Eye:
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