We returned to Niagara to find that we had somehow left one of the refrigerator doors open during the trip to Toronto.
Worse, the lemons I bought for the blueberry pies went bad and the RV is swarming with little black fruit flies that are driving Mrs. Phred crazy.
We've made some fruit fly traps. One is a bowl of water, vinegar and dish washing soap. The other is a glass of wine covered with Saran wrap with holes punched in the top.
We woke up early and checked out of the Victoria Hotel. We took our clothes to the car in the parking garage. The hotel was a great location in the center of Toronto.
We started our walk by trudging two miles East to the old distillery district. The Canadians have always made good whiskey, but now the old district is full of art, shop, high condos and restaurants. They've recycled the old distillery buildings.
We turn back and walk eight miles West down Queen street, passing again though downtown and getting into some seedy areas making an interesting comeback.
We take a detour though Chinatown. My feet are hurting after the ten mile hike so we stop a a little bar for a Molson draft.
We find a streetcar going back to the parking garage and talk the conductor into accepting a combination of American and Canadian currency. It's hard to remember that public transit always requires exact change.
These guys are right outside the art gallery we hiked ten miles to see. It was closed between exhibits. Actually, it's not the destination, it's the journey. Toronto is a lovely, booming city. We saw town homes, big condos and office buildings...a mix of old and new...we could live here a month or so to check it out.