I don't take a lot of pride in working on Bay Street. I dig the historical address, but I don't work for, or associate myself with the suits that surround me on the sidewalks every day. I despise the big banks that own the area and who happen to be among the richest companies in Canada who hold the citizens of this country under a great big ugly warty thumb.
But like that kid I mentioned yesterday who squints her eyes to create watercolours on the night, I'm a sucker for the big mother Christmas decorations trying to out ostentatious each other in and around the towers. I love the big shiny Christmas down here.
Is that wrong?
It was -14C when we woke up yesterday. I was really glad I'd bought my new coat and I'm happy to say it did keep me warm when we went out in the afternoon to catch some music at the Rex Jazz and Blues Bar on Queen Street and have a few pints. That up there was the Laura Hubert band and they were terrific. We enjoyed Danny Marks and Friends before them.
We walked back down John Street and stopped for a burger. I liked these windows from the perspective of our upstairs seat at the restaurant.
Dark, coming home, and we were thinking the CN tower was looking especially cold. I liked the lines of steel underneath. Had it been less cold, I might have attempted a better composition of the two elements of the picture. While my coat kept me warm, my gloves were less than effective in keeping my poor fingers comfortable. Note to self: buy good mittens.