Winnipeg is an extraordinary city – an epic riddle that’s fresh and
intriguing, a surprise package that will leave you delighted at having
made the discovery.
The Forks district, where the Red and Assiniboine rivers meet, is an
edgy hub of arty installations, markets and gentle riverside walks. A
pre-1900 railway building has been transformed into a happy cavern of
steel gantries, iron lacework and spiral stairs, filled with buzzy
stalls of colour and charm. (Here’s where I discovered saskatoons and
chokecherries – native berries that taste as spritzy as they sound.)
I love my days in Winnipeg, especially the people – from the staff
who serve breakfast at 6am in the Fairmont Hotel, to the people hanging
out in the cool bars of the Exchange District. They’re all amazed anyone
would be interested in their city and gamely share jokes made at their
En route to the airport I see Winnipeg’s real welcome sign,
and it reads: ‘‘Heart of the Continent’’. Winnipeg has a great heart –
and that’s all the excuse I need.