Toronto through my eyes.

Old Cabbagetown. Narrow streets, Victorian houses, silence and an explosion of greenery and colorful flowers in spring and summer. I used to volunteer at Old Cabbagetown Museum every other Sunday. When I look back, those were the best Sundays I had in Toronto. A coffee and a stroll, both before and after my shift. Sometimes, when the weather was fine, I used to get lost on purpose on the tiny, romantic streets, just to postpone the moment of leaving the neighborhood. I remember that one day, while I was lost, I found two boxes with books in front of a house, and a note: Please help yourself:) Nice walk, beautiful view, good books. That was one lovely Sunday.

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