11 April 2017 – I’ve given you one Symbol City already — an array of Vancouver images that, to my delighted visitor’s eye, stood for the Vancouver I was beginning to discover.
Now I’ll offer the Toronto version. A delighted, fresh eye here as well, partly because I am recently back from a 5-week absence — but much more because, in just a few weeks’ time, I shall move from Toronto to Vancouver.
So I am acutely aware of sights that are symbols of my own personal Toronto.
Here are a few.
Riverdale Park, straddling the Don River, with its 1840s Francy Barn attracting hordes of visitors this mild spring day …
William Lishman’s exuberant sculptures, cascading down the river-side face of Bridgepoint Health Care …
a random example of railway underpass street art, this bit on Logan south of Gerrard …
a silly sign!
Jimmy Chiale’s great, pulsing wall mural on Queen St. East, adding energy to the city all around it — from parked cars to streetcar stop, pedestrians, hydro poles trailing wires, vines about to bud on the brick wall …
a whole mural celebrating the city’s distinctive red streetcars …
and a real streetcar, pulled up next to yet another wall mural, this one by Elicser and proclaiming one of the city’s east-end neighbourhoods …
and of course a café!
An attraction in itself, but, really, also just one component of an entire downtown streetscape: patio, traffic sign, bicycle, parked car & all.
I go in, assuming I’ll order a latte. Don’t I always?
Except, this time, no I don’t. I am beguiled instead by an organic hot dog (I always eat a hot-dog in spring, it’s a ritual), smothered in mashed avocado & salsa. Soon my face follows suit, smothered in the generous dressings, ear to ear and nose to chin. The man next to me, knocking back his tortillas, observes the state of my face with some awe. “I’ll try that next time,” he decides.
I loop back west toward home, angle through a scruffy laneway just off Parliament & Queen.
I am here to pay homage to …
Golden Girl!
and to …
Famous Dog!
I don’t know why he is famous — but, come to think of it, he is famous with me.
I’m just happy both murals are still with us, they’ve been around for years & years, and they are part of my Toronto, yes they are.
Here’s lookin’ at you, dawg…
