We ride back to have a peaceful early dinner at the Keating Channel and are disappointed to find the place has turned into an afternoon dance club with horrible dance club "music" grinding loud over the patio. We leave and ride over to the Esplanade and a enjoy patio dinner there. I have salad with steak and beets and bits of stilton cheese.
Later I meet Kelsey at the Harbourfront and we walk around the piers and look at the vendors' goods and have a drink and chat near the kids' canoeing pond.
Not pleased to get back to the office tomorrow. But I am pleased with how this vacation unfolded; I feel rested and happy and I'm sporting a fabulous tan.
Sunday. Gentle Sunday. We don't sleep so late. Lots of coffee again Ceri reads. I edit pictures and explore ceramic coffee drippers online. One of the best things about this relationship is that we can be quiet, together. Talking is common to "us," but not necessary either.
We walk out later and say, "where to?" and head east, walking around the piers of the harbour. We stop and smell the roses near the Westin; wild pink roses like those that grew along the fence at our Windsor home and those that grew in the ditches near our home in the country near Amherstburg.
We keep walking east and wander through the Corus building near Sugar Beach, to check out the buzz happening in honour of Doors Open Toronto. We like the "living wall."
We end up at Keating Channel, and a very pleasant channel-side pub we've been to before. Our server is sweet and very beautiful. With her sixties look, she reminds me of Diahann Carrol playing Julia. Remember that show?
We hope the rest of the city doesn't discover the Keating Channel place.
Wander home. Call my dad. Have light dinner. Catch up on blogging…