Feeling immediately at home in Canada, we navigated confidently into the big city with our GPS guide saving the day, as it would many times in the future.Toronto is a very international city; we were struck by the worldly population of well dressed Arabs, Indians, Asians and Africans who decorate its upscale community.
On every clean street we walked down, we heard dozens of exotic languages, amongst the sounds of Ferrari's, BMW's, Audi's and Jag's roaring past.
We had found the center of Canadian Wealth, and it was sporting a well trimmed metro goatee.When in civilized places, Ami and I see the attractions between coffee shops, bakeries, fromageries, restaurants and the occasional bar.
We stumbled across a shoe museum {not literally}, and marveled at Winston Churchill's boots, Gandhi's sandals and even Queen Victoria's wedding slippers; after seeing history from a toes eye view, we parked the house, and slept next to zillionare mansions
with a view of the city.On our second day, we discovered the Toronto International Film Festival was on, and celebrities were lurking in town. We enjoyed an Australian film call 'Last Ride' staring Hugo Weaving, who's unshaven mug sometimes reminded me of a younger Ted; a well executed film who's moving cast made up for its familiar plot.
We finished our Toronto experience with a trip to an excellent Natural History Museum and a long trek across town, grazing as
we walked; in passing Ami saw Penelope Cruz in a hotel foyer, as paparazzi stampeded in front of us.We left in a downpour for Montreal and the border of French Canada; leaving Toronto with good memories and full bellies.