It’s easy to get around Toronto. One morning S. and I wandered over to the outskirts of Toronto to a Cambodian restaurant, where she talked to the owner in Cambodianglish for 10 minutes. “I’m proud of myself!” she said afterward. Here, we waited for the streetcar.
Just around the corner from our hotel, Union Station.
Their subway cars, at least on the line we used, were incredibly clean.
Their subway stations are pretty impressive.
Certain stops feature murals and other works of art.
It’s also a very green city. There are recycling bins everywhere.
King Tut was at the Art Gallery of Toronto. Sadly I missed it. I did see another mummy at the Royal Ontario Museum, and perhaps once you’ve seen one mummy you’ve seen them all. Yes? No?
Three impeccably dressed women sat across from us on the train. There was something graceful about them, even down to the leg-crossing.
Subway musicians are ubiquitous.
Leftovers and flowers.
Rush hour.
