Pyat and the Mysterious Halls of Food
Mar. 3rd, 2008 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyatWent on a bit of a walkabout today at lunch, both above ground, and along Toronto's labyrinthine PATH system, looking for a barber shop that charges less than $30 for a haircut. I did not succeed, and remain unshorn.
Rather than dole out a "pic a day," have a whack of photos.
Okay, so, THIS is an empty hallway. This is weird because it's part of the PATH, and the PATH at lunchtime is usually packed. It leads from Union Station to the Royal York Hotel, yet it's empty. It is a Hallway... of MYSTERY!
And what, you may ask, was at the END of this hallway? Why, a gaming store, of course!
A more usual scene on the PATH at lunch - herds of office workers en route to the watering holes. Or "FOOD HALL."
Out on the surface once more, we gaze upward at the Twin Black Towers of Commerce, the first real skyscrapers in Toronto, just as brutal and efficient now as they were 40 years ago.
And, at the foot those mighty towers - bronze cows. Don't ask me. *shrugs* A Golden Calf might be better. This is Oscar Peterson Square, though I don't know what the cows and towers have to do with the late jazz pianist.
The Sun setting between the Royal Bank Towers.
When I returned, I had a teleconference with a client who wanted to review "page by page" a training document I'd written. He set up the time this morning, and asked me to call his cell phone. I did so, and found that he was not only not as his desk... he was in a parking lot.
In Orlando.
Ah well.
Rather than dole out a "pic a day," have a whack of photos.
Okay, so, THIS is an empty hallway. This is weird because it's part of the PATH, and the PATH at lunchtime is usually packed. It leads from Union Station to the Royal York Hotel, yet it's empty. It is a Hallway... of MYSTERY!
And what, you may ask, was at the END of this hallway? Why, a gaming store, of course!
A more usual scene on the PATH at lunch - herds of office workers en route to the watering holes. Or "FOOD HALL."
Out on the surface once more, we gaze upward at the Twin Black Towers of Commerce, the first real skyscrapers in Toronto, just as brutal and efficient now as they were 40 years ago.
And, at the foot those mighty towers - bronze cows. Don't ask me. *shrugs* A Golden Calf might be better. This is Oscar Peterson Square, though I don't know what the cows and towers have to do with the late jazz pianist.
The Sun setting between the Royal Bank Towers.
When I returned, I had a teleconference with a client who wanted to review "page by page" a training document I'd written. He set up the time this morning, and asked me to call his cell phone. I did so, and found that he was not only not as his desk... he was in a parking lot.
In Orlando.
Ah well.
