That's not implying all is perfect in Toronto, definitely not. Their antiquated public transit and weird passive aggressive behaviour (e.g. A station attendant who tells you "That's not usually allowed, you know." when you politely ask him to bend the rules... of course I know, else I wouldn't have asked) made me suspicious of their pastel hues and trimmings. But if my cold-blooded fueled brain claims a place to be "great" in winter (and a Canadian one at that) -- much can be implied.
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In all honesty, though, I stopped trusting my synapses after the seasonal lick of powder. Not the kind you arrange in lines (not my thing), nor the kind on mountain slopes (still not my thing), the kind that's dusted over delicate confections to make them look like clouds from heaven because the sugar rush just might lift you there... No wonder our resolutions are also a bit lofty (hey, it's the last one of the year 😁 ).
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Length of Stay
Three days
Docking Index
Five anchors, notice how few pictures I have of the largest city in Canada? Yeah, me too. Too cold to walk around let alone freeze my digits trying to snap a cool shot (clearly not cut out for National Geographic). And what's so invigorating about this city when on average you may need to take three modes of public transit to get anywhere? Wish I could tell you. Again, frozen mind stunted spontaneity in conversation with its citizens. So as great as Toronto is (believe me, it is!), I'm afraid I need to return to collect more evidence and experiences besides a few pictures and free tea samples to back my claim.
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