Toronto, My Love

Okay, I realize that these are the least urban looking photos anyone has every come back with from a city like Toronto. Wow. But we were too busy talking and eating and visiting and drinking it all in to take photos on the street. Plus we didn't want to look like dorks.

Anyway, we're all home now. Renos still not finished. This is depressing. What's not depressing though, is the feeling that I desperately want to return to Toronto and drink in every brick of the city, but I was kind of happy to see Calgary. I spent most of the week telling people that I kind of hate it here, but once we got home, I immediately realized it wasn't true. Location is such a weird thing. I yearn to be settled, but I also yearn to live and experience more places. Stay tuned (you may have to stay tuned for many many years to see what happens next, but such is life).

New York State Of Mind

This month's SPC theme is On The Street, a celebration of street photography, so I thought I'd combine my contribution with some notes on my recent trip. Here I am, just off of 14th street, meeting Aaron before heading out to dinner. I love the street action aspect of this photo (the fruit stand, the phone, the New York-ness) even if I look a bit grumpy. This was taken near the end of our trip, after I'd spent a full day shopping, mostly on foot. Hence the lack of colour in my face.

So, anyway, the trip, which now seems so long ago, was divine. As Aaron and I often do, our trip largely centered around eating -- I made it my mission to eat as many cupcakes from as many cupcake bakeries as possible (I made it to Magnolia, Buttercup and Sugar Sweet Sunshine -- the latter's pistachio cupcake being my absolute favourite, since I found Magnolia's buttercream to be just a little too intense. I ended up abandoning my chocolate cupcake halfway through). We also went up to Harlem for roti, down to the East Village for Moroccan, the Village for Cuban and also for Mexican, plus to Katz' deli for some pastrami (closest thing to a Montreal deli outside of Montreal, if you ask me).

We also did some things other than eat: felt like proud Canadians at the Jeff Wall retrospective at Moma, saw Bjork at Radio City Music Hall, Kevin Spacey on Broadway, bought shoes and dresses and shampoo. Best of all, I didn't feel total maternal angst from being apart from Ruby and I can hardly wait to travel somewhere fun again.