It's blustery and damp. So far, that's what the winter has been: blustery and damp. Cold and clear is pleasant to walk in; blustery and damp gets down through your bones. Despite that, we walk over to the Distillery District to see the annual Christmas Market, and many folks and their families are braving it too. We sip some mulled wine under a patio heater and then check out the vendors in the booths lining the cobbled "streets."
We retreat back westward and land in C'est What for some cosy and a snack.
Walking home later, we've got homemade soup on our minds. Even the CN Tower looks as if it wants to hide under the covers.
Coffee in bed. Meeting up with Cathy and Stan for brunch. Rain not happening. Bike ride. Jazz fest.
Coming home this evening, I see a girl who looks strikingly like I did 35 years ago. It's like seeing a ghost.
Pleasantly tired is how Ceri describes himself at the end of today. I concur.
A full weekend. Family, food, music, bikes, sun… A few images from a busy Sunday all over the place.
Its a gorgeous, summery first day of the three-day weekend. Ceri goes for a ride while I catch up with some blogging and picture editing, then we decide to walk over to the Distillery District to check out the arts and crafts fair happening there. Later, feeling a little peckish, we wander up to Corktown to check out Jamie Kennedy's Gilead Cafe, which has had some great reviews. Unfortunately, we arrive between meal servings, so we share a plate of their apparently famous poutine. Yep, it was out of this world; not gooey and cheesy like typical poutine, but served with roasted beef brisket and its gravy. Oh my.
We make our way back down to the St. Lawrence Market neighbourhood where we have big salads at the Jason George. Walk slowly back home and have wine on my roof. It's a really good day.
A Sunday turned out free for Cathy and Stan and Carly so we planned brunch in the city. Carly hooked up with Cathy and Stan at Union Station and then they all met Ceri and me at our favourite brunch place near Sugar Beach.
It's gorgeous and sunny – the first real spring day. A stroke of luck for our family-hanging-about-date, and damn we're all in need of some warm sunshine. It hasn't been a bad winter, but a dreary one. We need sun. I needed some sun bad.
I'm sure we were the only ones in the restaurant who were so taken with the sight of the ship being towed by a tug (and followed by another) across our southerly view as we ate. Might be because we're partial to a coupla' sailors. As we left the restaurant, we see the tugs maneuvering the ship into the slip at the sugar factory.
We take a walk through the Distillery District. Cathy buys Elaine some macaroons at the bakery there. I take pictures of [more] windows. There is a lineup at the Mill St. Brew Pub, so we wander back toward the Market neighbourhood and find a table at the Jason George. We enjoy beers and sunshine and each others' company, laughing a lot. The sun might have had something to do with that, but mostly it was the company.