Here we are in The Philosopher's Walk downtown.
Tuesday, July 09, 2013
A surprise arrived on wheels with a tapestry case: it was me, in Toronto when I was expected to be in New Haven celebrating the Fourth of July. I could not have timed my visit more perfectly. The Toronto Fringe Festival was in full swing and so was Summerlicious, so we gorged ourselves on delicious food and good acting, and we took long walks around the city in the late afternoon sunshine: St. Claire West, Kensington Market, and the University. I bought some records and read none of the textbooks with which I'd overloaded my suitcase. We watched three movies: To Rome with Love, Headhunters, and Vicky Cristina Barcelona. It was a Goldilocks trio: The first was too scattered and the second too gory, but the last was just right. We also continued our foray into The Hobbit, which we've been reading aloud since March. On the last day of the trip, I closed my Canadian bank account; I won't be needing it anymore. As the conductor of my late night Metro-North train to New Haven put it: This is the end of the line; please be sure to collect all your belongings.