The Toronto night sky was clean, clear and the place looked cool, even though it was mid summer. The introduction of ‘automated’ entry for Canadians had the predictable result of confounding almost everyone.
The Sikh-Canadian taxi driver wasn’t quite sure of where I wanted to go, but we amiably sorted it; for some reason he wasn’t keen on the GPS on his dash.
I was here.
Day 54 #100happydays: AGO
Day 53 #100happydays: Raccoon
Day 52 #100happydays: Reasons to be cheerful
Day 51 #100happydays: Hello Canada!
Rainy Winter City
The random cards have upped the ante... Or changed the game.
Patient pup guards the parish