I would park myself and my journal at the counter at the front of Evelyn's Coffee Bar on the main drag and treat myself to a large Latte and a huge slab of their very best carrot cake! 
I flew back to Calgary earlier this summer, and drove through the Rockies to Cranbrook to do work as an Intuitive for the weekend. We took the southern route there, and came back through Banff. It was late Sunday evening and I wondered if Evelyn's was even still there. To my delight it was, to my chagrin it was just closing, but relief quickly followed as I was referred to the original shop down the street, who still had... carrot cake made with the original recipe... and it was as good as I remembered it.
As much as I loved it when I lived there, Calgary holds no meaning for me anymore. I had a hard time recognizing the places I used to know like the back of my hand, and although it was great to see old friends, the city itself was a stranger.
Myself ~ Shelley ~ Sandie
I knew when I moved out further west to Vancouver Island it was absolutely the right choice for me and have never once regretted it. This trip reinforced that for me.
Calgary - where I once lived
Gabriola - where I call home now
It's true, you can never go back ... except for carrot cake!
