So for today I decided to take on downtown Toronto. Specifically around Queen St., Dundas, and City Hall.
Unfortunately, I had to do this with my Mother. Not that it wasn’t fun. I had a blast.
… I just forgot my early childhood memories of walking until I was bone dead tired with my Mom shopping. 5 1/2 hours of walking!!!!!!! Dear lord.
But it was great. After walking around for a few hours, we arrived at Old City Hall, which we followed the music to City Hall, where they were having Irie Fest. Bought a shirt from one of the vendors.
For those of you wondering, the reason I didn’t take pictures while out is out of respect for my Mom, who hates getting her picture taken.
So after that we walked on Queen some more, we found a Marshalls where my mom bought a shirt for my sister and some… **ahem** unmentionables for all of us on a whim. Then we moved to Indigo.Chapters where I found two books I wanted to get as ebooks and my mom found a book from her favourite author, Beverly Jenkins. Would you believe the entire store only had one book?!
We walked on Queen some more, got bored of it, and walked back towards City Hall, by then Irie Fest, that was a little quiet when we passed earlier, was in full swing. We checked out a vendor who had been closed when we passed earlier and I bought a mirror-comb combo. It was decorative and really cute (cute is not my personality, at least in my head, but I love ornate crafts) so I latched on to it really quick. And my Mom bought a change purse for herself.
Decided to hit Dundas after that, and boy, that was when the weird rolled out. We were at the intersection and a man in a wheelchair (this is my opinion of what I saw, not sure if it is actual fact) seemed to have gotten his wheel stuck on a streetcar track. When another bystander went to help him, he threw himself (I kid you, not. This part is actually my eyewitness testimony.) to the ground, laid down on the sidewalk, and refused to move. While downtown drivers rolled past without a care. Thankfully a fire truck was passing by and a woman flagged them down. They got out and tried to help the man that was clearly batting away their hands.
I left the man with God and the firemen, who are actually trained for these things, and left with my Mom as I explained to her what just happened.
By this time I am exhausted. My Mom wanted to eat so we stopped at Swiss Chalet, ate, stopped at a near by Winners, looked around, stopped at a Shopper’s Drug Mart, looked around, then I finally convinced her I was too tired to keep walking and she finally conceded to going home.
Great day, but oh dear God my legs!!!!