a weekend of meditation in toronto.
street cars and parking tickets. i hate to park in toronto. one can never truly know when the ticket writers are coming around. i am so interested in cities, large ones and small ones. i like to get lost in toronto, but to know some nooks so well. we discovered a nice little eating spot on dundas w. mother hen or sitting hen. it has excellent breakfast and is filled with all the silly mugs your mom doesnt keep when she redoes her kitchen. i love florida, or arnold family reunion slogans across in red and purple and yellow and blue! elephant salt and pepper shakers. it was so kitsch it was charming. loved it.
the remnants of a nice of fries a la french and bloody marys.
morning coffee beside the window at the buddhist center. plants to keep the air green and clean. a lovely third story view. too much cream though for a recovering vegan.