Sunday, November 16, 2014

Postcards from Toronto: The Distillery District

One of my favorite discoveries — worth the miles of damp, chilly walking it took me to get there — was Toronto's Distillery District — "the largest and best-preserved collection of Victorian industrial architecture in North America." After a long history of whiskey making, and then a long stint as the second-largest film location outside of Hollywood, the area is now a very hip, destination with about 80 galleries, shops, restaurants, performance spaces, and studios. There are no cars (just some Segways) so it was ideal for a long, interesting ramble.

It's a huge complex but it must be crowded with visitors in warm weather.

I could see why it was so popular as a movie set. 

Those are locks. Lovers in Toronto are so much more orderly than lovers in Paris.

This was a beautiful little tea and jam shop. 

A chocolate factory and restaurant. You can watch them grinding the cacao nibs.

 Toronto has attractive dogs as well as black squirrels. This one was hostile and yappy, though.

This 12-year-old mixed-breed was adorable and her owner was very nice 
about letting her pose for photos.

Sculpture in a gallery.

I was drawn to this artist's huge portrait's of children.

I saw three wedding parties taking photos in spite of the cold and the rain. 
This one is posing in front of the huge, unlit Christmas tree.

Yes, she's wearing a fur stole — and rocking it. 

These bridesmaids are all wearing the same dress, just wrapped different ways. 
They were having quite a good time — not minding the cold at all.

A beautiful French bakery and brasserie. 
Yes, I definitely would go back to the Distillery District.

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