Toronto sure knows how to take your money. It reminded me of a gaming city that exists entirely on its ability to cadge dragon-gold from adventurers. I’m sure Toronto is in no way unique in this capacity, but it’s been a while since I’ve gone tourist, so the 24 bucks a head to ride the CN Tower elevator came as a mild shock. (That was the minimum. You could have gone much higher, with all sorts of bells and whistles, but I figured I was completely capable of absorbing the view without a video tour guide pointing out the line between “ground” and “sky” is commonly called “the horizon.”)
We stopped for lunch at a Vietnamese place, saw pigeon on the menu, and thought: Why not? We should’ve thought: Why? It wasn’t bad, but I won’t stand in line for it again. Having the head and claws still attached was a nice touch. Grisly, but nice.
After that I wanted to take in the ROM, but time didn’t allow. I didn’t want to zip through the Museum, so we went down to Kensington. This is a neighbourhood of quirky businesses all converted from houses, many of the owners living above their shops. It was really cool and extremely dense. Each store was stacked from floor to ceiling with goods. It would be the work of a lifetime to look at everything, but I did have enough time to at least absorb the basic idea, summed up in this odd decorating choice: