Tugs (another astern) maneuvering ship into the sugar factory. Vantage point: Sugar Beach. I love that Toronto made a beach in this industrial spot.

A window at the Distillery District. I know, you've seen it before. I can't help myself, they're so pretty, no?

Lantern, railing, windows, sky – the Distillery District.

Windows reflecting. Distillery District, Toronto.

Windows, tree and sky, over the Jason George. Front Street, Toronto.

Brick and sunlight. Front Street, Toronto.

Happy, happy patio dwellers. Vitamin D rocks. From left: me, Ceri, Carly, Stan, Cathy. (Picture by nice lady on Cathy's phone.)

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.