Here marks the point my notebook runs out. During the trip, I was about as good at writing about what we'd seen as I was at planning what to see in the first place. I was abysmal at both. New York, the end point of our journey, was the only exception (although if I could do it again, I'd probably abandon the diligent research and stick with the aimless wandering towards the main sights).
In any case, the rest of my posts about our trip last summer will be written entirely from memory. (And given just how long ago it was now, this is going to require some serious hippocampus work!)
Walking through the Kensington area, we stopped off for breakfast in a cosy and relaxed independent coffee shop. The summer streamed in through the windows as we drank coffee and nibbled on brownies, chatting about our trip so far and how it seemed to suddenly be drawing to a close.
Outside, we explored circles of streets, alleys and dead-ends, slowly perused the al-fresco rails of second-hand clothing stores and peered in through countless windows. Kensington has been described as everything from a hipster haven to more legend than district. It's one of Canada's National Historic Sites (historic having a relatively different meaning across the pond of course) and has been a thriving community since the 1800s.
But there wasn't much time left so we hurried along to the CN tower to find our tour guide for the day...