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I'm almost to the point again where I can exist here without laughing at accents and the subtitling of all signs in French. (I think the only way to get rid of the desire to photograph the Wet Floor signs that caution me in French rather than Spanish will be to do just that, though.) Toronto is a lovely city--lovelier than I remember it from last time I was here... which was five (five!) years ago. Yesterday involved a random trip to the Eaton Centre, and wondering about dinner about five feet from where ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocolatemoose and I met up for the first time. The most interesting bits of yesterday were west of there, though, in Kensington (I think) and along Queen St. Kensington is a lot like Belmont (yes, Belmont is a stop on the red line and a street, not an actual neighbourhood but, whatever), only there's more of it, the streets are only two lanes, and there are bits of Chinatown mixed in. Oh, and the secondhand stores aren't nearly as expensive. And, I wish Chicago was as good as Toronto at having stores full of complete random. (In tangentially related news, one random randomstore contained a box full of Inspiration for Revenge.)
Yesterday's haul included a very awesome green Holmesian hat and a small talkative Dalek who made us some friends at the Go station on the way back to Pickering last night. We were taking pictures of it by the tracks when we heard "Hey look, she's got a Darlek!" (Yes, he said 'Darlek') I think I looked over my shoulder and laughed and he turned back to his group of people... then I heard "Exterminate!" and from there we had a kind of odd brief conversation about my tiny plastic Dalek. I should also say these people were oldish. I wonder if they were oldschool fans. Twas quite amusing, though.
Also, spinach and goat cheese (or spinich and goats cheese, according to the menu) crepes make for lunch of awesomeness.
P.S. The Go Train is awful for getting The Old Apartment stuck in my head every time we go past the Danforth stop.
P.P.S. Even if I get over the French and the 'eh'ing, I will not get over the fact that Scarborough is pronounced something akin to Scarbrah or (my favourite) Scarbo. It's almost like Boston got a hold of it. I knock some letters off the end, but not the whole second half of the word.
chocolatemoose and I met up for the first time. The most interesting bits of yesterday were west of there, though, in Kensington (I think) and along Queen St. Kensington is a lot like Belmont (yes, Belmont is a stop on the red line and a street, not an actual neighbourhood but, whatever), only there's more of it, the streets are only two lanes, and there are bits of Chinatown mixed in. Oh, and the secondhand stores aren't nearly as expensive. And, I wish Chicago was as good as Toronto at having stores full of complete random. (In tangentially related news, one random randomstore contained a box full of Inspiration for Revenge.) Yesterday's haul included a very awesome green Holmesian hat and a small talkative Dalek who made us some friends at the Go station on the way back to Pickering last night. We were taking pictures of it by the tracks when we heard "Hey look, she's got a Darlek!" (Yes, he said 'Darlek') I think I looked over my shoulder and laughed and he turned back to his group of people... then I heard "Exterminate!" and from there we had a kind of odd brief conversation about my tiny plastic Dalek. I should also say these people were oldish. I wonder if they were oldschool fans. Twas quite amusing, though.
Also, spinach and goat cheese (or spinich and goats cheese, according to the menu) crepes make for lunch of awesomeness.
P.S. The Go Train is awful for getting The Old Apartment stuck in my head every time we go past the Danforth stop.
P.P.S. Even if I get over the French and the 'eh'ing, I will not get over the fact that Scarborough is pronounced something akin to Scarbrah or (my favourite) Scarbo. It's almost like Boston got a hold of it. I knock some letters off the end, but not the whole second half of the word.
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