end goal

We stopped by Kensington Market on Saturday to pick up some cheese — we spent an appalling amount on cheese, actually, but it was so good — and I finally took a picture of this mural:


It's my favourite in all of Toronto. Passing it always makes me smile, probably because it reminds me of Prague. I know that's an obnoxious thing to say, but seriously: Mucha is everywhere in that city. At some point, it becomes a Pavlovian response. The Eiffel Tower equals Paris, and Mucha equals Prague.

(My second favourite mural, by the way, is the one of humpback whales on the Redpath factory at Queen's Quay; coicidentally enough, I got a picture of that too, last weekend. Except that they had plonked a giant supermarket in front of it, so you can't really see the full mural any more — certainly not from the Gardiner Expressway, which is where I used to see it.)


We were running around the downtown core on Saturday because we were hunting and gathering food for our housewarming, and it was good. It was a family shindig — we need to have our friends over as well, and soon, but something like 20+ people helped us with various aspects of the renovation, and our house is a wee house. So we decided that it would be most politic to divide the housewarmings, and to have the family over first. And, as I said, it was good.

And our house is done! Everything is clean, and packed away (or properly stored in the basement, as the case may be), and... there is nothing left to do! After six months, we are finally finished moving house! Our heads are reeling from this. We're kind of at a loss, really. But I think we'll figure it out somehow. I mean, we live 15 minutes' walk away from this:


So how hard could it be?