You step off the cruise terminal into a wind that has crossed the Salish Sea and feels like the city itself — brisk, open, ready. The mini-coach hums away from Canada Place and, within minutes, glass and water trade places in the window: the harbour pushing at pilings, the Seawall pulling walkers along the edge. Over the next five-and-a-half hours you move through Vancouver’s contrasts: Olympic memory at Jack Poole Plaza, the evergreen calm of Stanley Park, the industrial-turned-creative pulse of Granville Island and a final lift to the Vancouver Lookout for a 360° city read.