Sunday, January 28, 2007

Toronto part2

The shop where you trade in all those kisses and hugs at the end of letters, emails and texts.

28th January. I love Chinatowns. I can't help thinking that they are all connected by mysterious doors ala Howls Moving Castle. And if you know the right person you can walk into any Chinatown in the whole world.

This photo is on Spadina Street. The lines of trees and dressed stone on the tram tracks make it even more Chinese I reckon. I poked around here for a while and had lunch. Then walked back to the frat and gave Chris breakfast: a fortune cookie.

“Good things come in small packages in bed,” he told me from bed in bed.

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