Last weekend we picked up our bikes from the bike shop. Now I finally have a proper basket at the back of my bike for groceries and things, and everything is working smoothly. However, the springs under my saddle still make an affectionate squeaky sound when there’s any unevenness on the road — so if you hear a sound reminiscent of a hungry guinea-pig while stuck in traffic, fear not: It’s only me!
Our first bicycle ride last Sunday was maybe 15km. We headed all the way to the very east end of the Toronto beaches by Lake Ontario, and found this place (below): The R. C Harris Water Treatment plant, an amazing Art Deco building built in the 1930’s.
The plant can be seen in many film and television shows, usually as a prison or a mental institution. Although the building is open to the public and the plant is still fully functioning, it still has quite an eerie deserted atmosphere; just a few
zombies people walking about in an otherwise empty courtyard (very Walking Dead:esque!). Apparently the inside is as magnificent as the outside (my tiny iPod photos don’t really show the scale of the place well, but if you can see the tiny little white dot in front of the main building in the first photo — that’s my husband Imad cycling up the hill. He’s also just about to pass behind the tower in the leftmost picture, barely visible).
We also sunbathed at the leash-free dog beach which was very interesting since our furry co-beach-users would run all over and around us (I was listening to music and suddenly felt heavy breathing and warm dog breath right next to my ear… It would be an understatement to say I was a bit startled!). Luckily we found a spot a little further away from all the happy tails and enjoyed the sunshine.
One thing I like about Toronto is that people here are very relaxed regarding dogs. There’s plenty of leash free areas and generally you see lots of dogs everywhere you go. I grew up with dogs so for me all these dogs running around are only fun, but I can imagine that for someone who is afraid of dogs Toronto might be a bit of a challenge. Our cat might protest though, against this dog domination; in NYC I saw cats walked on a leash and traveling on their owner’s shoulders — something I haven’t yet seen in Toronto. Who knows, maybe Toronto is a dog city at heart (vs. cat city like Paris)?