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Sunday, January 6, 2013

To market, to market....

Toronto is often called the City of Neighbourhoods.
One of the oldest and most well known is the area called
Kensington Market.
My grandmother used to take me here as a child and I was always intrigued
by the vast array of culture and food.
During the 1920's and 1930's it was home to a very large
Jewish community where there were many shops reminiscent
of markets in their homeland.
Post war after the Jewish community moved to more affluent areas of Toronto,
the area became a melting pot of immigrants from Spain, the Caribbean, East Asia,
Central America, Sudan, Somalia, Iran, Vietnam and Chile.
In the '60's plans to demolish the Victorian era row houses and shops were
halted by newly elected mayor David Crombie.
Thank goodness for this!
It has morphed from it's immigrant roots, through the hippie era and now
hosts a plethora of shops, eateries, homes, cafes, pubs yet has
still kept it's charm (somewhat) and it's original function as a market.
Although there is so much more going on here in the summer,
we took a stroll through it one day and found delightful images...
Around the corner from Kensington Market is Spadina Avenue.
Seems like the most streetcar lines in the city run along here...
 


And there you have it... a little glimpse into the 'hood.


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The stillness...

When it snows, I look for changes in the landscape, the architecture, the sky.
3 years ago when I was in Toronto in the spring, I visited 
the beautiful, Edwardian cemetery Mount Pleasant.
It began in 1876 and is one of Canada's most historic cemeteries.
When the snow started to fly, I knew I wanted to see this place in the winter.
Some may think it odd but I love these places of stillness.
They are green spaces in the midst of concrete and glass.
A quiet place to wander and reflect...
Because of the large amount of Irish immigrants,
this cemetery in particular is full of beautiful Celtic crosses...
And of course the Angels...
Some of the mausoleums are architectural works of art...
We spent a few hours here wandering around and enjoying the peaceful blanket
covering the past...
 Truly a haven in the middle of bustle and busyness


Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sunday morning walk...

This morning we woke to clear skies and I took the opportunity
to take a walk in the neighbourhood...
Up the street to Monarch Park, the sound of skates on ice in the Shinny rink...
Views of the skyline through winter trees...
 Lovely milkweed pods...
Signs of last summers wasps, their humming long silenced now...
 ...and always the old houses on the side streets pull at my heart strings...
Such beauty of a different kind than where I live.
(even Tom is enjoying the winter chores!)