According to LibraryThing, September was my best reading month this year — five books! It feels like an accomplishment, when in my reading heyday I read five books or more a week. Still, it’s an improvement.
I spent the last two weeks in Toronto, visiting museums, walking all over, and watching All the Hockey. Literally, I attended sixteen World Cup of Hockey games in 13 days. Twelve of those games were crammed into six days. Some of them are a blur, but for some really specific plays, like Nathan MacKinnon’s OT goal; Crosby’s highway robbery of Kucherov and backhand goal; a shift by Malkin behind the net in which he seemed to have the puck on a string; McDavid to Eichel to Matthews; etc.
- the Chihuly exhibit at ROM – I could have happily plopped myself down on one of the beanbag things and stared at ‘Persians’ for hours
- steamed pork buns at Mashion Bakery, which I found by chance, lured in by the amazing smell despite the sort of sketchy block and very plain exterior
- people-watching at the St. Lawrence Market on Saturday morning (I chatted with a lovely lady visiting from New Jersey with her church group)
- Stonemill Bakery’s double almond croissant
- the Seville orange marzipan pinch at Soma Chocolate
- my charming seat mates, the family from Woodstock and the dudes in from Banff, and the usher whose predictions were seldom accurate but always entertaining
- everything about the Bata Shoe Museum and the Gardiner Museum (ceramics)
- the display of antique snuff bottles at AGO
Other observations: The building going on downtown is striking — there’s so much of it and it’s so beautiful. I stayed in the St. Lawrence/Distillery neighborhood and walked pretty much everywhere, as far as Spadina and Little Italy. Lots of green spaces, friendly people. I noticed a lot of smokers everywhere, almost as much as in Paris, which surprised me. And the odor of pot was especially prevalent around ACC.
And my streak continues. Once again in a foreign country (or in any city I’m visiting, even in the US), I was asked for directions. On multiple occasions. I do not understand it. I mean, I was able to answer because they were asking for a specific landmark or street that I knew, but what about my face or posture says, “Hey, she knows where you need to go?” Because, seriously, I have a horrendous sense of direction.