Day Four - Toronto
Awoke at 5 o’clock (again) but managed to get back to sleep and didn't rise till 8 o’clock. Dressed and took a walk to find a breakfast bar. Back to the hotel, changed and headed out for the day. As we left the hotel, we were accosted by a bundle of rags with feet attached, shuffling it’s way along the sidewalk. "Get out of my way, assholes," the gruff, but definitely female voice, said from the top of the rags. We gave it a wide berth and continued on our way.It was a beautiful day and so we just walked and enjoyed the sunshine and the sights. We walked and we walked. And we got lost. Rather like America and Milton Keynes, all the streets in Toronto run from north to south or from east to west. This should be handy for someone like myself who gets lost in his own bathroom, but it obviously didn’t help this time. Suddenly we found ourselves in one of the - let's say - "seedier" areas, of town and whilst we didn't feel in danger, or anything as dramatic as that, it did feel a bit disconcerting. We got our bearings and made tracks back to the shopping areas where we felt more at home! We had lunch at The Pickle Barrel, one of Toronto's oldest restaurants and then had a wander around the shops. I offered to buy Jo some clothes, but after visiting several establishments and trying on several garments, she decided that Canadian clothes were not the right "shape" for her. I was starting to lose the will to live by now anyway, so I was glad she had given up. We went to a cafe, got a drink and sat down in the sun for a while before heading back to the Strathcona. We were absolutely knackered, having walked so far, and so we decided to have dinner in the hotel. A "pub" in the basement served food, so we spent the evening in there. It also had a pool table and this time vengeance was mine, with a sound thrashing.
Okay, so I had to get her drunk first, but all is fair in love and pool. We slept soundly.