Somehow, I always end up going to Edmonton in the depths of winter. Some dark and chilly conspiracy must be at work.
This may be one reason that Edmonton is low on my list of favorite places to be, although it does rank higher than Montréal; the other reason is that, for the most part, Edmonton seems to be an overgrown, sprawling suburb adjoining an industrial wasteland, where the major retail establishments are liquor stores and the biggest mall in creation.
Still, I am down on Whyte and there should be lots of used bookstores around. And I have been offered Oilers tickets. So there are compensations.