As I continue to plunge my way through a series of magazine features and a new screenwriting class, I haven’t had as much time to write for the blog, so here is another dip into my personal photo archives.
For all its concrete canyons, Toronto has some amazing neighbourhoods and open markets. Two, in particular, form the core of the city, places where the entire city–people of a thousand backgrounds–can gather to shop, drink and talk: Chinatown and Kensington Market.
A quiet day, on Saturdays, this street is shoulder to shoulder with people yelling in every language
Whether mushrooms, teas or sea food, you can find anything dried in Chinatown
A chef’s dream, any recipe can be created from the boxes lining Spadina
Leela and my grandmother leaving their favourite kitchen supply store Tap Phong
One of my favourites from Kensington, the bean bins sadly disappeared a couple years ago
In the summer sun, the colours of the fruit market dazzle
Never could I imagine the myriad forms of peppers available in Kensington
A hatch-work of side streets, Kensington offers shoppers anything and everything
Made to order or off the rack, the smell of this store permeated the neighbourhood
A daily pilgrimage to purchase the day’s repast
Hunter-gatherers haven’t disappeared completely in the era of Internet shopping
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