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velvetpage and I spent the night in the frozen wastes of Markham, at a rather cozy hotel. We were attending a cousin's wedding.

Markham is a weird place, a large suburb of Toronto. It's all industrial parks and identical big box plazas, with no trees. Certain areas are whiter than snow, other areas have all the signs in Korean. We drove along highway 7, and every few kilometres the scenery would repeat itself. Mandarin Buffet, Best Buy, Canadian Tire, Super Centre, Baptist megachurch, wash-rinse-repeat. We did locate the old downtown of Markham by chance, a little stretch of brick storefronts with "old timey" lamp posts.

velvetpage was lovely, as always...

I gotta new haircut!

The hotel room mirrors had an odd (and deliberate) distortion. The top third was normal, while the bottom two thirds of the mirror had a slimming effect. This got more obvious as you walked away from them.