Category — Temporary Torontoist

We stand at intersection. Black suit universal pause, here at Bay and King. She’s staring up at you. Boulder eyes, size of the moon. Seeking face. Your upwards morning mouth, silent words: ‘Yes child, I see you. The world is good.’

Ignore me, I don’t care, but turn your gaze on these innocent eyes because they won’t remain forever so.

Rad people. Like Paul (below) and Annie.

Photo taken Sunday at a pub in the Distillery District, another Toronto favourite

We will miss them like crazy.

Cora’s 

Michael and I are breakfast people. We first discovered Cora’s on a trip to Montreal, then indulged her whopping portions again and again on our honeymoon — throughout the Maritimes and Quebec. Today we are making our last pilgrimage, with the Globe and Mail in hand. It’s a Saturday morning tradition.

Beautiful, personable bookstores.

Particularly the independent booksellers Nicholas Hoare and Ben McNally, both conveniently close to our 1 King digs. The staff are courteous, immensely knowledgeable and their towering wooden shelves beg you back for more.

I leave Toronto one week today. I can’t believe how fast it’s flown by. Just three months ago I was curled up in our condo cursing the cold and nursing my 24-hour ‘morning’ sickness. Today I am staring out at the sun-kissed waters of Lake Ontario filled with regret. I will miss this city and all its eccentricities — the buskers of St. Lawrence Market, Kensington’s nooks and crannies, Little India on Queen Street — where you’ll find us 3 out of 7 nights a week. I hope to share a few more ‘Signs of Hope’ from Toronto before we hop our plane next Wednesday. 

Priority number one, upon my return to Vancouver (April 18, after our trip across the pond) is hitting up Raw Canvas: a full-service paint-on-canvas art studio complete with wifi, lounge and fresh crema. 

I’m making plans and taking names. Who’s in?

My nephew Jesse Fin

This photo brought me to tears today. I miss this little man. I miss my family.

:: Toronto’s proximity to New York ::

Oh yes! This morning Megan and I will jump into her hot red jeep and speed off into the sunset (rush hour, actually) for four days of Big Apple lovin’! Since our Calgary road-tripping days we have dreamed of visiting NYC together. This is trip number seven for me.

Thanks to Amanda’s recommendation we’ll be staying at The Pod, on Friday I’ll be attending the International Arts Movement Encounter and we’ll be hopping the boat to visit the pretty lady above. So excited!

Promise to post updates along the way…

:: St. Lawrence Market & Old Toronto, especially the Flea Market and hotdogs on Sundays ::

Oh, and sunny days of course. ;)

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mood: mellow

listening to: my husband playing assassin’s creed

reading: the weekend globe

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Taking a page from Comment and this young lady I’ve decided to start my own “signs of hope” series. They’ll be regular posts on lovely things I’ve discovered in The Big Smoke.

If you’ve got a recommendation for a new corner to explore please send them my way.

Humbly, Christina

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mood: optimistic

listening to: keane

reading: life after god by douglas coupland

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My stream-of-consciousness on a Wednesday night train ride home, 4:45-5:45 en route to Union Station

• What’s it like to live with your backyard on a train route? I would’ve loved that as a kid.
• What’s it like to live right by river’s edge, like all those houses?
• I wonder when rowing season starts up in the GTA? There’s no rest for the weary in Vancouver but here the river’s frozen. Hmmm…
• I see a sign for “Harold Shunn & Son Butchers.” I wonder how it felt for Harold to add “& son” to his sign.
• I wonder if there’s a sign anywhere that says “& daughters”
• A train just passed up is on the left, even though we’re going really fast.
• I feel like I’ve had this journal forever.
• I see a pale yellow trailer that says “Hawks on the Move.” Random.
• What’s that smell? Burning? Brakes, maybe.
• I wonder if Clarkson Station is named after Adrienne Clarkson?
• I’m excited for mine and Meg’s trip to New York at the end of this month. Must start planning.
• The snow makes everything look different and lovely. Even old abandoned houses look beautiful with their snow-dusted roofs and icicle edging.
• I’ve never liked football.
• Moving away for three and a half months couldn’t have come at a better time.
• I love trains.
• I wish rail travel were more affordable.
• I should get tickets to see George soon.
• Mimico is a weird name.
• I want to eat Mexican tonight.
• Graffiti is beautiful.
• There’s Christie’s! That’s where they must make the cookies!
• From faraway downtown Toronto and the lake look beautiful.
• I should really go for a walk by the lake soon.
• It’s really a shame that TO’s waterfront isn’t more developed.
• There’s a Medieval Times!!!
• I’m sleepy.
• I wonder how much the train announcer girl makes.