If I had to choose my favorite thing about this city, it would be the Toronto Islands. They're an archipelago of 18 large and small islands, popular with the locals since the city's founding in 1793. Before that, a succession of native tribes considered them sacred and a place of healing. And they are.
Been planning an excursion to the Islands all summer, and finally went yesterday. Temps in the high 70s, gentle breeze, just a perfect day.
My friend Don and I biked down to the St. Lawrence Market first to get some provisions.
Front Street from the market:
At the fishmonger's stall:
Two shots from the ferry:
Nirvana attained. This is the view from Ward's Island, which has a small and charming residential area:
This is the Eastern Gap. Originally Ward's Island was joined to the mainland here, but a mammoth storm in 1858 severed the island. The land mass across the water is the Leslie Street Spit, constructed from landfill over a period of years. Now covered with native vegetation, it's an important layover for migratory birds:
The CN Tower (tallest freestanding structure on the planet until about a month ago) from Ward's Island. Snake Island is on the left and Algonquin Island on the right:
Cars are banned from the Islands, making the two residential communities all the more appealing. "Streets" in these little neighborhoods are actually seldom wider than a downtown sidewalk. Bicycles are the most prevalent form of transportation for Islanders. Algonquin Island bridge:
But there are other convenient ways to get around:
The spirit of the Sixties lives on here. A house on Algonquin Island:
Heading back to the city, the afternoon light took on a golden aura:
Upper deck of the ferry: