Tobie’s Trip

Readers may remember stories of Venus the dog, or Missy and Sissy the mice, moving in with us for short-term stays. It has been lonely for a while, with just Peter and me, until an unfortunate circumstance changed all that.

In early July, Tobie, along with his two-legged father Dan, and brother Ben, was heading up from New York to visit for the summer, when their car broke down. This is not just any car; it’s a fairly new Mercedes with low mileage. It had no business breaking down. Furthermore it was loaded with stuff: summer clothes, water toys, Tobie’s dog bed, and even a big bass instrument so Ben could practice his new musical skill over the summer. And it was night.

Thanks to cell phones, the car was eventually towed to a dealership while Tobie and his family found a dog-loving motel for the rest of the night. But the next day the news about the car was not good. It would have to be towed back to New York City to be fixed.

It took Dan a couple of days to find a rental vehicle that was permitted to cross the border into Canada. He finally located a pick-up truck, with a big cab, but no cover on the back. Tobie and his family climbed into the cab, but the suitcases and bass had to go in the back. As soon as they set off, it began to rain. Dan drove quickly, hoping the wind would swoosh the rain away. Mostly it did.

Finally arriving in Canada, Dan dried off the cargo, and traded in the pick-up truck for a small sedan. He met up with his wife Jenny who had flown to Toronto a few days earlier, and they all settled into their summer home. After all that stress, Tobie was relieved to be in a familiar place with his dad. Meanwhile the Mercedes sat at the New York City dealership waiting for spare parts.

The summer came and went, and nothing else bad happened. Ben practiced on his bass and Tobie carried on with his life of eating and sleeping and sometimes walking. Then it was time to go back to New York. The Mercedes was now waiting for an entire new engine from Germany. The rental car was too small to take them all home along with their suitcases and bass and Tobie. And then it would have to be driven back to Canada anyway. There really was no option but to fly home. But what about the bass and Tobie? Should Dan pay for 2 extra seats on the plane, or stow them in cargo – to what fate?

Dear readers you already know the answer. The bass is sitting in our basement. As for Tobie, he has settled in quite well. He sleeps in his bed in our bedroom and hardly ever snores. He wanders around our back yard and sniffs. He licks the dinner plates before they go in the dishwasher. He has figured out how to take a running leap and land on the couch. He has made friends with several other dogs in the neighbourhood.

But mostly he waits by the front door, hoping his dad will come by in a vehicle, any vehicle, to pick him up.

Sue

The Bridge Group

Four couples met one evening many years ago in a private home. We were handed drinks, introduced to each other, and asked to sit at card tables arranged in the living room. We quickly realized that our bridge skills ranged from novice player to card shark. There were a lot of mistakes and laughing. Gradually the focus of the conversations switched from the bridge game and towards families and travel. We discovered we had a lot in common.

At our next “game night” we didn’t even pretend to play bridge. We just ate and drank and talked. Soon we began planning more elaborate outings, to restaurants for example. We tried a pub in Unionville, an Italian restaurant with a band in Weston, and the Sultan’s Tent with belly dancing downtown. If I remember correctly, the last one was the men’s favorite.

Then we went farther afield. We tried some overnight stays at cottages of the couples: in Huntsville, Lakefield, and Minden. It seemed we were as congenial in the morning as at night. We loved having our morning coffee together. Walking in the forest followed by brunch became part of our routine. We hated to say good-bye on Sunday afternoons.

So we planned longer weekends. We seemed to share an interest in slot machines so we organized a long weekend in Las Vegas. We toured the themed hotels: the Luxor with its pyramid entrance, the MGM Grand with the lions, the Venetian where we rode in a gondola along the (indoor) canal. One couple even won some money, enough to buy everyone a drink at the bar.

Then we tried New Orleans. It has lots of slot machines and even some culture. We wandered along Bourbon Street admiring the unique architecture and the colourful beads the young women were wearing. This too was a favourite of the men. At night we visited casinos and at one point we took a horse and buggy down the street. We might have been singing too.

Then I met Peter and we upped the ante even more – Peter suggested Italy. First we hosted everyone at our house for a pasta cook-off. Three of the couples were intrigued so we flew to Rome. With Peter’s nephew driving us in a big van, we saw Peter’s home town, the Amalfi Coast, and Rome. Then we took the train to Verona and spent some time exploring that area too. It was “eccellente!”

After that trip, reality caught up with us. The husband of one of the couples died of cancer and his wife, totally bereft, became depressed. The six of us muddled along for a while. Then we hooked up with another couple who seemed to fit right in – they didn’t want to play bridge either! And by then, we were all older and had different requirements.

Now our get-togethers are different. We meet at one another’s houses for lunch so we can drive home before dark. Sometimes we have a theme like Mexican or Chinese. In the good weather we play bean bag toss in the backyard. At Christmas we exchange goofy gifts. Once in a while we talk about our aches and pains. And, when we long for a casino we play Rumoli, a board game where betting takes place using dimes and quarters. Just our speed.

This group has only played bridge once. What began as a simple invitation, from one mom to another mom on a day-care playground, has grown into lasting friendships that have sustained us in many other ways.

Sue

Old Montreal

The Old Port

Being true to our “Buy Canadian” values, Peter and I chose Montreal as a short vacation destination. We were once again reminded of the ease of travel within Canada: no passports or customs hassles, no currency exchange, no health care worries, and no language problems. I even tried out my basic French occasionally and was rewarded with a smile. Or was it a smirk?

The last time either of us had visited Montreal was over 50 years ago. Peter visited expo in 1967 and I went to a conference in 1972. Would the city have changed since then? My recollections were of a hangover from too much free wine on the plane, and expensive shopping on St Catherine Street. Peter remembered sharing a room in a high-end hotel with about 4 other young guys. Several decades later, we were going with another older couple like us, and we needed a different plan.

We were told to be sure to stay in Old Montreal, near the Port and the waterfront. It sounded perfect – old and quiet. We found a perfect hotel too: L’Hotel near the port, with lots of eateries, and a subway stop. The hotel itself had large comfy beds, a convenient breakfast area, and art on all the walls in case we woke up with insomnia in the night and needed to go for a stroll.

Art in the hotel lobby

We spent the first day wandering around the waterfront and enjoying the architecture. It was a big contrast to Toronto, where old buildings have mostly been torn down and replaced with steel and glass skyscrapers. Here the buildings have been re-purposed: into restaurants, boutiques and markets. The 1864 Royal Bank, once the tallest building in the British Empire, has been transformed into office space, where the ground floor is now the Crew Collective Cafe- a place for small businesses to rent internet service and hold informal meetings.

Front doors of Royal Bank building

We limited ourselves to One church only – Mary Queen of the World 1894. We chose this one because the front piece of the altar, officially named the ciborium, was built in 1900, and is an exact copy of the ciborium in St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome where the new Catholic Pope recently held his first mass.

Pope’s altar

On our wanderings we ran across this monument to Sir John A Macdonald, missing John, who was first painted red, and then torn down by protesters in 2020 because of his support for residential schools. (He is now residing somewhere else). Then we wandered through Hudson’s Bay, another sad ending for an historic building. We couldn’t even find any souvenirs to buy.

Where is John?

One of my reasons for wanting to visit Montreal was to see some installations by landscape architect Claude Cormier, famous for Sugar Beach, Berczy Park and Love Park, in Toronto. We saw 4 in his home town of Montreal. The grounds of the Clock tower at the Old Port are enhanced with a creation similar to our Sugar Beach. Dorchester Square has been reconfigured with bridges, benches and a fountain. The Ring separates 2 office buildings in Place Ville Marie. The most unique installation stands in the lobby of the Palais des Congress, a convention centre, where live trees and bushes are replaced by The Lipstick Forest.

We wound up each day with dinner close to our hotel. Our travels, mostly on foot, had worn us out and we didn’t want to miss our bedtime! So we chose: Brew Pub, Mexican, and Asian, with a glass of wine or a beer to start. And for those of you who are wondering about where was the French food? We did have one French lunch, all cheesy and delicious, on a patio near the port.

This, and other minor adjustments, meant that travelling for older folks is not only possible – it’s FUN!.

Sue

Hats Off to the Home Show

When Peter played in his last curling bonspiel he was awarded some tickets to the Home Show. Not just any tickets – VIP tickets! I imagined us being picked up by a black stretch limo and chauffeured to the VIP entrance. How exciting!

Well the limo failed to appear but the VIP entrance part was true. The trip was easy for us: one stop on the Lakeshore GO train for $1.97 seniors. And there was a free coat-check, handy for attending an indoor show when there were piles of snow all around the building. No matter what was on display, we figured it was a fun adventure while we escaped from the cleaning lady.

The displays were mostly about things you would expect to see at a show about homes: reno projects, appliances, building supplies and furniture. As we are well into our 70’s, we are not really looking to do renovations. But this bed could be a great hiding place for us when the grandkids visit.

We wandered past items promoting a relatively recent trend: entertainment for the home. It may be a holdover from those Covid days of being housebound. We saw pool table, hot tubs, arcade games, massage chairs and putting greens. There were also a lot of “backyard homes” that could be used as granny suites or man caves or teen hideaways.

But Peter and I weren’t interested in any of these things. With tariffs on our minds, we were interested in giveaways. And there were plenty. We couldn’t keep track of the number of bite-sized chocolate bars, fudge samples, and hard candies. And we tasted savouries like olives, salami, cheeses. We also picked up a few pens, note pads, water bottles, stress balls shaped like construction hats, and a chip clip for closing up half-empty Miss Vickie’s bags (although who would ever need That?) As for free Ontario wine samples, there were some of those too.

We were almost too full to stop for lunch, but the food choices were not gourmet. We had to decide among 3: pizza slices, burgers with fries, or peameal bacon on a bun. We carried our food to a separate lounge which had comfy chairs, big windows, and free coffee delivered to our seats. That part was definitely VIP.

After lunch we went on a Canadian shopping spree. I got a nifty garlic peeler which Peter swore he would never borrow, but just last night he showed me how to use it. I also got some magic stone cleaner for our kitchen window ledge which has has stains on it since before we moved in. And we found a couple of adorable pop-up birthday cards for our 2 grandsons. We met the artist:

There were a few items meant for eccentric buyers: tubular back yard saunas, leather elephant stools, and large painted ceramic zebras. There was also an ugly lime-green Tesla cyber-truck. Sorry readers – no photo of that. This blog site has standards!

Finally we were done. We walked towards the exit, patriotically side-stepping the huge Canadian flag on the floor. A perfect ending to our day:

Sue

Home For the Holidays

One belief I’ve held for a long time, as a friend, a parent and a grandparent, is that the gift of time is far more worthwhile than Barbie dolls, or videogames, or even trendy socks! Peter and I were able to put that belief into practice this past Christmas when we took our (Iaboni) family to Portugal.

We launched this idea in the fall of 2023 during an after-dinner conversation. Could we all go somewhere together, and where would everyone like to go? The response was pretty quick – they chose Portugal for Christmas. “As long as the place has a swimming pool,” the kids said. After some weather-related research, we decided on the Lisbon area. In a charming seaside town called Cascais, we found a villa with 8 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, and 2 above-ground swimming pools. It looked pretty good in the pictures.

Each family made their own travel arrangements, agreeing to meet at the villa a couple of days before Christmas. Peter and I arrived first. As we explored, we had first choice of the bedrooms. We chose one on the lower level, away from any noisy celebrations that might go on past our bedtime. It had only a tiny window and twin beds, but it had a small bathroom which we didn’t have to share. Perfect for seniors.

As the other families arrived, they set out on their own tour and chose their bedrooms. One family arrived with a sick husband and he was quickly diverted to a small bedroom near the front door close to a bathroom, although it seriously needed a make-over. It had a sink next to the shower stall, which was also the passageway to the toilet. The toilet could be flushed by pulling a chain hanging from the ceiling. Thee kids were highly amused but the sick person was not checking the decor.

The other bedrooms were quite nice with large king beds and modern bathrooms, and a couple of them had small balconies too. All the rooms had heaters to take the chill off. The kids chose their rooms far away from the parents so they could stay up at night and watch videos. None of them suggested being near the outdoor pools.

Next up was a visit to the kitchen; it was outdated like the first bathroom. The sink was shallow and made of rough granite. The stove was on a platform under a low ceiling. And the fridge – where was the fridge? We discovered it in a tiny closet. The dishwasher was in a different “area” on the other side of the kitchen. The dishes were in a cupboard in a third tiny room. Any person preparing a meal in here would get 10,000 steps before dessert.

On our tour we discovered another kitchen down a long winding hallway which seemed a little remote and creepy. What secret stew would chefs plan to concoct here? The main dining room, however, had a big table and 12 chairs. It was ideal for our group to play cards and eat take-out food. In the living room we found 3 large comfy sofas and a large-screen TV; lots of space for drinking port and eating chips. Peter and I produced an inflatable Christmas tree from a suitcase, and blew it up. It was the finishing touch we needed for our family Christmas vacation.

During the following days we left our villa and explored the area. We walked to the beach on the first evening and were surprised to find lights decorating every building and the Ferris Wheel. We ordered our traditional Portuguese Christmas Eve dinner of cod, accompanied by beef, rice and grilled vegetables, and a brave son took the local train a couple of stops to pick it up, all packaged in boxes tied with ribbons and Christmas tags. He made this trip even though he hates cod. It was a noble Christmas sacrifice.

On Christmas Day we rode the train to another town and enjoyed a Christmas brunch of egg dishes, salads, more cod, and of course custard tarts. On Boxing Day we went to Sintra, a UESCO heritage village surrounded by castles on very high hills. Everyone, including us, made it to the top.

Sintra from below.

After some lovely days together, everyone packed up and went separately on to another adventure somewhere else. But we can’t help thinking that the kids will not quickly forget our week at the villa in Cascais. The idea of swimming was forgotten as they got into the spirit of the occasion. Whether it’s the chain in the ceiling for flushing the toilet, the winding spooky hallway to the secret kitchen, the dinner that came on a train in boxes, the card games where they beat their grandparents, or the blow-up Christmas tree; we hope their memories of our vacation together in Portugal will live on.

Sue

A Square To Be Proud Of

In 2021 the Canadian government voted to mark an official Day Of Truth and Reconciliation, on September 30. This September a new installation was opened in Nathan Phillis Square, Toronto. Last week we decided to investigate this new Spirit Garden.

We took the Yonge subway to Dundas and wandered through the Eaton Centre, stopping for lunch at the Food Court and remarking, as we headed through the shopping maze, that neither Peter nor I had been to Nathan Phillips Square in Ages. We have visited on a few occasions such as New Year’s Eve, but mostly we have used the square as a short-cut between Yonge St And University Ave.

This time we entered from the east side and had to weave through a lot of props, signage and equipment, as we made our way to the south-west corner of the square. Construction workers and event planners were setting up for the Diwali Festival Of Lights, happening on the weekend.

Then a series of new installations, the Spirit Garden, caught our eye. Attracting us first was a large turtle, symbolizing the First Mother. She is labouring up a hill, a look of determination on her face. She represents the Indigenous people struggling against land and cultural appropriation, evidenced by the residential school tragedy. The turtle is staring at the roadblock of listed schools in its path.

On one side of the turtle’s journey sits a large inuksuk, (a human-like figure guiding travellers and warning of danger ahead) and on the other side a shiny copper teaching lodge, built to be an Indigenous classroom. Nearby rests a canoe, symbolic of early travel from the north along Carrying Place, to the Great Lakes. Unlike practical vessels, this one is shimmering stainless steel with colourful patterns etched on its sides.

At one end of the Spirit Garden, a natural garden features crops of the 3 sisters: corn with its tall stalks planted at the back, beans next, using the corn stalks as support, and squash for groundcover to keep the weeds out and moisture in. These 3 vegetables are often cooked and served together in an Indigenous meal.

Satisfied with our tour of this new garden, we decided to explore the square a little further. Built in 1965, on land originally occupied by Chinese and Jewish immigrants, the square was named after former Mayor Nathan Phillips and placed adjacent to the new Toronto City Hall. In the northwest corner of the square a reflecting pool and eternal flame highlight a Peace Garden. A Henry Moore Sculpture has also resided here for over 60 years. A statue of Winston Churchill was added in 1977.

Around 2010 the city decided that a facelift was in order. A design concept, based on the ancient Greek “agora,” a large gathering place and market, led to the changes. A new restaurant with a rooftop patio replaced the old skate shack. Now it’s an updated eatery beside the skating rink, which features a colourful Toronto sigh, installed during the 2015 Pan Am Games. One of the Freedom Arches above the rink contains a piece of the Berlin wall at its base.

In the centre of the square a new stage was built to replace the temporary structures used for concerts and special events. This stage area, referred to as the Podium, has a “green” roof and feels very open and welcoming.

In fact, the entire area of Nathan Phillips Square feels welcoming. Whether you are a politician, a skater, a concert-goer, a Raptors fan, a shopper, a tourist, or an Indigenous person, there is a place for you there.

Sue

In Search Of Lobster

In addition to enjoying the comfort of travelling by ship, Peter and I visited many interesting ports on our recent cruise. Peter wanted to see the ports. My main goal was to eat a lobster roll.

Our first stop was Saguenay, Quebec, where we were met on the dock by a welcoming committee of French-Quebec characters. They offered us self-sawed wood plaques, blueberry tea, maple syrup on ice, and Quebecois music. What? No lobster?

The port building displayed the town’s dedication to clean ocean water, with a variety of sculptures made from sea garbage. The little town boasted about its antique car museum and its ancient church, an icon we would see in almost every port we visited.

Peter sawing his own plaque

After a day at sea, we stopped at Charlottetown, a city we had both visited before, but a long time ago. It has a slightly larger church. And it has the famous building where the Fathers of Confederation developed 72 resolutions which became the foundation for the British North American Act. This constitutional act was signed into law by Queen Victoria in 1867, thereby creating the Dominion of Canada.

Confederation House, undergoing renovations

After we finished wandering Charlottetown’s city streets, I was craving my lobster roll and convinced Peter to visit a “Shellfish Festival” just outside of town. On our way we met a couple who told us the festival was not worth a visit. Then we discovered that there was a $10 admission charge. Peter said he didn’t really want to go and I, wearing a pouty face, finally gave in. A couple of days later, we heard on the news that over 550 people got seriously ill from the food at that festival. Sometimes, you know, Peter is right.

A couple of ports merit only a brief mention. Sydney Nova Scotia is known for its Fort Louisburg and the Alexander Graham Bell Museum, both of which we had previously visited. The next stop, Portland Maine, was our first American port and we spent most of our time waiting in line to pass through immigration. There’s not much else to say about those 2 stops.

In between, however, we strolled along the modern boardwalk in Halifax and visited Pier 21 where Peter and his mom first landed in Canada in 1958. We also climbed up to the Citadel, the high point of the city, and we do mean high. We rested in the beautiful city gardens which feature a bountiful variety of flowers and fountains.

Pier 21 where evidence of Peter’s arrival in Canada can be seen

Next up was Bar Harbour Maine, where we spent a lot of time browsing the stores, walking past the church, and picking up some souvenirs. But that lobster roll was nowhere in sight. Then we stopped at a slightly larger port city, Freeport, Rhode Island, famous for its mansions by the sea. The largest is The Breakers, owned by the Vanderbilt family and situated quite close to one of the best places for surfing on the entire eastern coast.

The Breakers

Our favourite stop was Boston. We were at a loss as to what to see first in our short stay of only a few hours. So we hopped on a trolley and hopped off at several stops. We were impressed by the variety of architectural styles on display, including the state building with its 23-karat gold roof, the 60-storey John Hancock building whose exterior reflects the other buildings around it, the antique merry-go-round, and the magnificent old church. As we headed back to the ship, there it was: a seafood restaurant! I finally got my lobster roll, and it was served without germs.

State House and restaurant in Boston

Our cruise ended in New York City where we were met by our son, Daniel. We spent the weekend with Dan, Jenny, Ben and Tobie. What better way to finish a holiday than a few days with family?

Sue

Poster from contemporary art show in New York City

PS Have a lovely Thanksgiving! If you don’t want to cook a turkey, you could always boil up some lobsters.

The Boating Life

One day on the long weekend, Peter and I had a choice: wash the windows or go boating? Hmmm…

I grew up with a boat. We had a summer cottage on Lake Ontario and my dad bought a boat to go along with it. It was a small runabout with a 35 horse power motor. In those days, that was fast. Until our neighbour got a 50.

My brother inherited that boat and had it for many years. My cousin bought a similar kind of boat when he had a young family. They used it mainly for water skiing. And another cousin and her husband moved up in the boating world and bought a small yacht – with enough room to travel and stay overnight. Being on the water in a boat seems to be in our family genes.

So I was sorry to learn recently that both cousins have decided it’s time to give up their boats and stay on land. They cite rising gas costs and storage issues. But it’s also probably about the loss of energy and stamina as we age. For boat trips, you have to kneel down to untie the boat from the dock, step off the dock and into the seats far below, bend over to check the gas level in the motor, wrench your neck to back out of your boat slip. You basically need Cirque du Soleil training.

In Toronto there are easier options for water travel. You can go to Harbourfront and pay for a sightseeing cruise along the shoreline. You can take a ferry over to the island and have a picnic. You can join one of the many area yacht clubs, make friends, and then ask to borrow their boat. Or you can go to the Boat Show in the winter and tour lots of fancy yachts with their gold faucets in the bathrooms and luxurious sofas in the living area.

But Peter and I have all the options beaten. We have our own kayak waiting for us in the garage.

It’s easy peasy. Peter pulls it down the street propped up on little wheels at the back. Wen we get to the river, we launch it easily on a gently sloping boat ramp. We wear life jackets – for safety and for warmth! I put on my water shoes, walk to the front of the kayak, and shimmy backwards to plop into my seat. Peter steps in from the back as he pushes us off. There is no gas, no steering wheel, no speedometer. As long as we rememer the paddles, we are good to go.

But on Canada Day we ran into an unexpected problem. The river was full of water craft: kayaks like ours, canoes, sea-dos, paddle boards, inflatable dinghies, even small yachts. There were boats parked along both shorelines and several lanes of traffic in between. Drivers kept changing lanes wthout signaling. The oncoming traffic waved their arms frantically. Other drivers suddenly backed up to look at the scenery, or did a U-Turn in the middle of the stream, or just stopped to talk to other boaters. It was confusion. It was chaos. It was a Toronto traffic jam on the Humber River!

But it was still better than washing windows.

Sue

Canadian Chroma

Are the advantages of living in a big city worth the aggravations that sometimes happen? Last weekend we got to find out.

We took the subway to the Eaton Centre, the busiest shopping mall in all of Canada, with over 50 million visitors annually. Built in the 1970’s, it has been anchored by at least one major department store during most of its life. But that all changed when Nordstrom recently moved out.

The same thing has been happening to other malls across Canada and the US. Competition from Amazon and other online stores has drastically reduced in-person shopping. Sherway Gardens filled up vacated retail space with unique Christmas Markets. Another mall near us, Cloverdale, replaced a big Target store with – wait for it – pickleball courts! What would the Eaton Centre come up with to replace Nordstrom’s footprint? We read about it in the newspaper: Canadian Chroma.

Soon after we arrived at the Eaton Centre, the fire alarm began to beep at us. Shoppers stopped in their tracks, waiting patiently until we got the ‘all clear’ signal several minutes later. After lunch, Peter went to the washroom and came out reporting that a guy in one of the stalls was having a melt-down and the bathroom was full of security guards.

Finally we found our way safely to the new exhibit, a series of interactive displays highlighting the beautiful colours of our Canadian geography. The first stop shows dramatic photographs from coast to coast to coast: the majestic mountains of the north and west covered in sparkly snow, the golden wheat fields of Alberta and Saskatchewan ready for harvesting, the forests of Ontario dressed in autumn colours, the turqouise-blue waters of the maritime provinces. There are hundreds of photos in gorgeous hues; available by touching a colour and then a button.

Here’s one of the buttons between pink and coral:

The second stop in the display shows 4 photos of a log farmhouse from a nearby window, in all 4 seasons. The third stop depicts the Northern Lights in beautiful shades of green. The viewer stands on a set of footprints in front of the lights which respond to body movements with bubble columns and explosions.

Display number 4 promotes Indigenous art in a unique and fun way. There are 7 murals painted by 7 different artists, each divided into 7 panels. Viewers can mix and match the panels to create one entire mural by one artist or, if you have the patience, up to 49 different murals with 1 panel from each artist. It would be a good way to entertain grandchildren for quite a while.

(Here is your cheat sheet for the murals):

The final display is an interactive map showing where we Canadians originally came from. Virtual threads in different colours link places in Canada to other places around the world. For example, Peter found a fuscia thread connecting Toronto to Italy. He was so pleased to see his journey on display. All in all, Canadian Chroma was well worth a visit. And it was free!

Then we headed for home.

When we got to our subway station, the line was closed to sort out a security issue. We decided to walk south to Queen, and take a streetcar west to the University line. At Queen we discoveed that the streetcars were not running due to construction. So we had to walk to King, and then along King to the next streetcar stop. Finally we found a streetcar, and another subway, and then home.

Were the security issues, the costruction, and the subway delays stressful? Well they did slow us down. But heck, we are retired – we have the time. That seems a small price to pay for experiencing life in a big city.

Sue

PS Since our winter in Toronto seems to have passed with barely a dusting of snow so far, I thought you’d like to see this photo from the exhibit: