My sister and her 12-year old daughter, were visiting over the weekend from Winnipeg, so we spent Sunday together in Toronto to visit chinatown, do a little rock climbing, and see Kensington Market (more about that tomorrow).
There was good food to be had.
There were strange Chinese faux-letters, or maybe they are real letters and we just can't figure out why there is a "B" and an "E" on tall poles at the side of the street in chinatown.
We also saw spectacular signs,
beaucoup de Buddhas,
and ... I'm out of annoying alliterations!
Then we climbed up some walls and came back down,
drove past the house my sister and I grew up in,
and went home.