My first international trip in pandemic times was spent eating caprese salad and gelato, seeing the best art in the history of the Renaissance, and generally falling in love with Italy.
Staying in Old Montreal is like going to Europe without leaving Canada. Which is great when you can’t leave Canada.
I only saw a fraction of what makes Toronto great until I started cycling.
There are no rituals for this grief. Nobody brings you a lasagna because you didn’t get to visit Paris.
It turns out Ontario really is yours to discover