Saturday, February 17

day two

thursday
mark's gone to work, bethany's gone to school, and ben has work to do, so i sleep until my body won't let me any more (noon local time, so my body told me 5pm). kelsey's flight has been cancelled, cause the new yorkers are as soft as the brits and apparently can't land planes in 10 feet of snow. after blagging herself a free transfer (thanks d forbes) arrangements are made to collect mrs. forbes that evening, so my tour guide ben and i head downtown.




we start at the beginning; heading via the subway to the south side of the city, we walk straight to the cn tower, which is rather large. you can see it from almost anywhere in the city, and it always seems close. it's down to about -12 degrees, with wind chill taking it to 20 below.





heading out to lake ontario, we find the water totally frozen over, moored yaughts completely fixed in position with the wind whipping across the shore.















across the lake, toronto islands can be seen, cracks in the sheet the only evidence of the freezing water moving underneath.








over my shoulder, the city shoots up, high rise apartments dominating the lakefront skyline.











walking down the lakefront, the cn tower dwarfs some not insignificant neighbours.







we head north, finding ourselves on queen street west, and head out of town, into the most amazing second hand bookshop ever. among the miscellania is a first canadian edition of a. a. milne's winnie-the-pooh, a bargain at $300...
it seems the canadians have mastered the art of customer service, a concept britain clearly evolved without. further out along queen st, we found ourselves in west queen st west (you can guess where it is). after coffee crime accompanied by the local crazies, the spice trader was found. we spent a good half an hour sniffing things, and promised to return with women and greater finances.


passing the most impressive display of cycle parts i've seen in a good while, we cut north though a park, complete with bandstand, and wandered through chinatown and back down to nathan philips square.








a quick (!) walk to the panarama bar and a trip on the simplest elevator ever, and we were done.
















a drive to the airport, cribbage in arrivals, our number was increased, and we came home...










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