Vancouver burned down in its first year. The city was incorporated on 6 April 1886, and on 13 June a fire razed all of it, so almost everything you see went up afterward, on land the Musqueam, Squamish and Tsleil-Waututh had lived on long before any sawmill. The result is a young, glassy city with a big forest still at its edge: a 405-hectare park on the downtown peninsula, ski mountains you can see from the office window and a harbor full of seaplanes.
It isn't a city of one great sight. Vancouver is for walking, cycling and eating, and the weather decides half of it. Annual precipitation is about 1,189 mm at the airport and 1,588 mm downtown, and from November to March most days see some. That is the case for five days: you can swap days to catch the clear one for the mountain, and the indoor days are good ones, in a museum on a cliff or a market under a bridge. The food is the other reason. Cantonese chefs arrived from Hong Kong in the 1980s and 1990s, the Japanese scene has its own rolls, and the sea is at the end of every street.
The plan is written for the wet half of the year and works in summer too. Day one is Stanley Park and the Seawall, day two the North Shore, day three downtown, Gastown and Chinatown, day four Granville Island and the Museum of Anthropology, and day five Richmond, for dim sum, a Buddhist temple and the fishing village of Steveston. Start on a Monday: the Museum of Anthropology is closed on Mondays in winter and the Vancouver Art Gallery on Tuesdays, so this order finds each one open. Victoria is in More Time, because the ferry chain makes it a two-day trip. For the country around it, see Canada.