A mustard-colored chair, with a sun-drenched model of the earth sitting on it, signified our arrival in Toronto’s Kensington neighborhood. For several hours, we strolled around the quirky district, admiring its multicultural qualities, fun characters and distinctive businesses. Our stroll was illuminated by a sapphire blue sky.
There were beds of happy daisies and hollyhocks,
cars befitting one with a green thumb,
bikers with flair and companions,
and fun architectural details on gingerbread homes and shops.
We spied churches and synagogues,
and moose on a balcony.
After criss-crossing the district on foot, we yearned to fill our bellies with a big, fat burrito. We went heavy on the spicy sauce, making our tongues sizzle as much as our bodies had under the hot, hot sun.
We returned to lanes bathed in late afternoon sunlight, and dotted with shadows and silhouettes.
A flame flickered in an old-fashioned lamp in front of the local fire station.
Before we knew it, it was time to hop back onto the metro and return to our home away from home.