I don’t know what people around Canada mean when they say Torontonians have a reputation for being cool or unfriendly. I find this city to be charming, welcoming, lovely.
I love the haunting sound of a violin or cello being played in the cavernous underground.
I love watching people of all gender identities and every skin colour under the sun mixed and matched, kissing and walking hand-in-hand.
Tonight after the last workshop, I took myself to the movies. I like the Art Deco style Carlton because they show the small releases, the quirky films, film noir and art-house films. I headed in that direction not yet having decided which film to see when I got there.
I was instantly distracted from the movie posters and reviews by the piano music. A young woman was seated at the instrument in the lobby playing for all who cared to listen, playing for herself, playing just for the joy of it. I hovered near, captivated.
When I got out of “It’s a Kind of Funny Story,” I used my evening meal allowance at Daily Sushi, which just astounds me with its great service, reasonable prices and yummy Japanese cuisine.
The subway cars and platforms were brimming with halloween costumed university and college students. In fact, there is a Viking about 10 metres to my right as we speak.
Tomorrow after my last workshop I’ll get back on the train for Windsor. I have to admit, it will be an ambivalent parting.
