Trace Japanese-Canadian History at the Nikkei Centre

Vancouver's 1981 indie record shop, where the bins reveal more about a person than any dating app ever will.

Vancouver's answer to the Vegas Sphere: a 360 dome at the Space Centre where Pink Floyd, blue whales and the cosmos wrap the entire ceiling in 10K and Dolby Atmos, watched flat on your back from a reclining seat.

Eighty-plus unfiltered indie shows across Granville Island, most of them an hour or less, so you can see two in a night and argue about them over a waterfront drink.

Port Moody's only free public gallery, housed in two heritage buildings that make the romance look effortless.

A warm 200-seat theatre in Port Moody's Newport Village, with dinner steps away and acoustics regulars actually brag about.

Towering totem poles against sea and forest, a half-price Thursday, and the trip to UBC that's actually worth it.

The largest Emily Carr survey in over twenty years fills the Vancouver Art Gallery with her swirling BC forests and coastlines.

Suzhou artisans, no nails, Ming Dynasty methods, and National Geographic's vote for the world's top city garden, in Chinatown.

An intimate downtown gallery for Haida master Bill Reid and contemporary Indigenous artists, where the jewellery cases invite actual leaning-in.

thursday night you'll both pretend to understand experimental film.

Thirty-one reconstructed 1920s buildings, a 1912 carousel, and the quiet suspicion you'd actually thrive back then.

A free contemporary gallery on the third floor of the Anvil Centre, programming international artists who work in light, sound and code.

Ten days of world cinema downtown, from festival-circuit premieres to local debuts, with a walkable spill of late dinners and drinks to argue about them.

A 1929 Granville Street ballroom with a dance floor literally built on tires, and Billboard's vote for one of North America's most influential clubs.