The Other Side of the Tracks

It was a great location.

Just a few minutes' walk to a Line 1 subway station. A five-minute drive to Kid 2's place. Lots of good restaurants within walking distance.

It was even a short walk from The Annex, though on the other side of the railroad tracks, and another short walk, though uphill, to Casa Loma. Standing on the street, just outside the front doors, we could see the CN Tower—again, on the other side of the tracks.

The last time that we spent the Thanksgiving long weekend in Toronto was a couple of years ago. That time, my parents, DW, and I got ourselves hotel rooms right downtown, just a short walk from the St. Lawrence Market and near the heart of Old Toronto. Kid 1 lived on her campus, in Oakville, and took a GO train into the city for the weekend, staying with DW and myself.

Kid 2 was living in residence at the U of T, and could easily meet up with us.

My sister, Jen, also lives in Toronto, near Yonge and Eglinton, and was also able to meet with us.

On that trip, we spent our whole time in that part of the city, wandering the old neighbourhoods and only venturing as far as the harbourfront, though I did make a drive out to Jennifer Kateryna Koval's'kyj Park, one evening, to photograph the city.

This time, we spent more time in Tarragon Village and the surrounding streets, heading south only to check out the AGO and the ROM. We had our first dinner and both breakfasts at our Airbnb. We ate one lunch in The Annex and had a light lunch across the street from the AGO, at The Village Genius (formerly, The Village Idiot).

Our Sunday dinner was east of Tarragon Village, at a place on Yonge Street, near the same tracks that ran past our Airbnb but on the other side. We always seemed to be close to those tracks, no matter the side we were on.

I'm liking spending the Thanksgiving long weekend away from home, getting to be with family. Perhaps this can be our new tradition.

Happy Friday!