Trip to Toronto: Parkdale

Wednesday we took a street car to Parkdale, the new cool-cat neighborhood in Toronto.

Until then, I'd thought that Torontonians were nice to the point of being deranged. A couple of times I accidentally brushed against someone in a restaurant or stepped on someone's foot in the subway or whatever, and I said, "Oh, I'm sorry." Their reply? "No, I'm sorry."

But this guy on the bus was not like that at all. After he grumped his way to his seat right behind me, he announced to no one: "Looks like everyone's riding today instead of working." A little bit later: "Smells like somebody needs a bath!" He then ruffled his newspaper, sort of hitting me on the back of the head with it.

A Torontonian asshole! I had to snap a picture of this rare creature.



We got out in Parkdale, where ritzy hipster hotels, boutiques, and bars sit next to social services and old churches.





The Gladstone is one of those fancy hotels where each room was decorated by a different artist. We later met one of the artists who designed on this room. (And Chemical Wedding folks, if you still read this blog, I want you to know that he asked about the bag you made for me.)





The Drake is even fancier than the Gladstone. We checked out the cafe.





This is the side of a wedding rentals van.



The Museum of Contemporary Canadian Art is government-funded and free to all visitors. And when we were there, they were showing an artsy porno, "Give Piece of Ass a Chance," in the back. That's right, free government porn. O Canada!



We also checked out the neighboring Edward Day Gallery, which had an exhibit of photos by Andy Summers of the Police in the '80s.



The Police were in town that week, and the Globe and Mail had three pages of stories about how Sting attended a yoga session at the Downward Dog Studio.

Trip to Toronto: Street Art

The street art in Toronto is a million times better than that in Seattle. Here's a photo I took of an average piece.



If you're in the mood to follow a link, compare that to this piece that Seattle's The Stranger recently found noteworthy.

This must be one of the pieces that was sanctioned by the city. I love it.

Trip to Toronto: Portugal Village

We just got back from Toronto, where we went because I had never been there and we both have friends there. Plus, I like the way it sounds (Toronto!) -- the same reason I ended up picking paleoanthropology as a major in college.

I don't think we needed to spend a whole week there, but it did give us time to really explore the city. We walked from neighborhood to neighborhood: Leslieville, the Danforth, Dundas Street West, Parkdale, Portugal Village, Queen Street West, Yorkville, Chinatown, Kensington Market, the financial district, St. Lawrence.

We started in Portugal Village, where we met up with some friends and went out to dinner last Sunday.

Their backyard.



Their neighbor's backyard.



And some front yards around the neighborhood, where lots of Portugese people still live.







Down at Queen Street West.



We go to Coca, a little tapas bar that has horse on the menu. But it's not one of the prix fixe items, so I save that treat for a later date.



Our film-biz friends. She's working on the new Hulk movie, and he's working on a dramatization of the life of the man who invented the intermittent windshield wiper.



Malivoire is a Niagara wine produced by a special-effects guy that our friends used to work with. It's lovely.



On the walk home, I notice a kitty about to attempt a long jump.



I approach the cat and yell "Kitty!"



Our friends can see the tallest freestanding structure in the world from their porch. I'm impressed!

AG3 Garden Center

On my drive home from Hartstene Island, I stopped at the lovely AG3 Garden Center near Allyn, Washington.





The cats were very friendly.











Apparently Ciscoe likes Epimedium.







Chuck recently taught me how to take closeups of flowers with the Canon Elph. You press the button that shows a closeup of a flower.









I want some spruce trees. But these wouldn't fit in my car.

Hartstene Island

Stayed at my friends Scott and Raleigh's cabin on Hartstene Island yesterday. We took the Bremerton ferry route, and my passengers needed to stop for coffee in Pioneer Square. I waited in the car.

Looks like Rubaiyat isn't the first place around here to make shoes.



On the way to the island, near Shelton, there's a nursery called Heaths and Heathers. They're not open until next month, though.





OK, here we are at the cabin.





Looking out toward Olympia.



And right across the way at Squaxin Island, an uninhabited Indian reservation.



I love all the madronas.



Did I mention they also have a yurt?











I want to plant madrona and spruce in the yard.



We take a walk on the beach before the tide comes in.





Then we have a crab and salmon feast.



With some 2004 Châteauneuf-du-Pape from Domaine Font de Michelle.