If you aren't doing anything Thursday June 30th why don't you check out the first ride of the Artspin season?

Art Spin is an art crawl style bicycle tour of art galleries, art performances and artist’s studios in Toronto’s west end art district.
Each Art Spin event will visit different galeries, artist’s studios and performances featuring some of the city’s most engaging emerging and established artists.
Art Spin attempts to capture the pulse of this city’s vibrant art scene.

A perfect summer bike date event.

For more info on ARTSPIN click HERE.




A mid week morning jaunt through Trinity has left me reminiscing about the summer
that followed a random encounter with a 16 year old voyeur and getting lost in translation and friendship.

Between bites of freshly baked Cannelles from Nadege and sips of morning glory from
a Dark Horse, The passing vision of a black ribbon wrapped hat on two wheels sparks a resemblance to a summer in love.

The French Novel, " l'amant" by Marguertte Duras tells this story,

" Set against the backdrop of French colonial Vietnam, The Lover reveals the intimacies and intricacies
of a clandestine romance between a pubescent girl from a financially strapped French family and an
older, wealthy Chinese man.

In 1929, a 15 year old nameless girl is traveling by ferry across the Mekong Delta, returning from a holiday at
her family home in the town of Sa Đéc, to her boarding school in Saigon. She attracts the attention of a
27 year old son of a Chinese business magnate, a young man of wealth and heir to a fortune.
He strikes up a conversation with the girl; she accepts a ride back to town in his chauffeured limousine.
Compelled by the circumstances of her upbringing, this girl, the daughter of a bankrupt, manic depressive widow,
is newly awakened to the impending and all-too-real task of making her way alone in the world.

Thus, she becomes his lover, until he bows to the disapproval of his father and breaks off the affair.
For her lover, there is no question of the depth and sincerity of his love, but it isn't until much later that
the girl acknowledges to herself her true feelings."


Is summer your season to fall in love?



if you dont want to travel anywhere special this year why not staycation in different neighbourhood or two?
Every weekend there is a new festival in a different part of town why not check out something new?

There are travel agencies everywhere in the city and local newspapers such as Now and The Grid have boxes everywhere promoting the local events .

Discover your city today.

Roncesvalles Village



It's officially summer.

From the mid summers night reading of craigslist postings brings us this Shakespearean styled poetry and prose.

It sets the backdrop to the summer season where we can stop to watch Torontonians pass by.

ode to female cyclists

Oh, women of this great metropolis,
On your mechanical, two-wheeled horses
You ride,
Fiercely, distractedly, unselfconsciously
In these bright summer days
And late,
Late into the night.
Geeky, gothy, indie, neo-hippie,
Black, white, brown,
And every shade in between and beyond,
Your beauty dazzles,
All of you,
A blur of flesh, cloth, and metal,
Clanging bells and heels on pavement
Of these often mean streets.
As I see you pedaling away,
I have often wondered:
Where to? Towards whom?
I have often wondered:
Without you,
What would this city become?
Drained of grace and intrigue,
An alienating collection of cars and buildings
By a lake and in a province called Ontario.
Thus, stay as you are,
Fleeting splendor that you embody,
And stay where you are,
On these often mean streets.
I have caught glimpses of expressions
Etched on your lovely faces:
Happiness, anger, hope, despair,
Sometimes, it seemed, all of them together.
And yet remember that you remain
Beautiful, always.
To me.
The trace of your perfume in the humid evening air,
The whir of your chain,
The flutter of your hair,
The echo of your laughter,
Already distant
Like a half-faded memory that bursts to life again
In unexpected ways,
Make me long for something that I never had
Nor knew that I wanted.
If you could stop for a moment,
If you would stop for a moment,
I would whisper in your ear:
'Thank you, thank you,
For merely the sight of you
Fills me with joy and desire,
Which I foolishly thought
Had been lost in this world.'
Oh, women of Toronto,
On your mechanical, two-wheeled horses,
Try to smile,
Maybe, even, say hello,
For it could be me, heart beating,
Crossing your path,
Shyly glancing at you,
Ever expectant that love will strike
On two wheels
On the streets of our city
One day
Or late,
Late into the night.


Location: on a bicycle downtown
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