Day Three: Of all the days not to put sunscreen on my ample bosom.

St. Lawrence Market

We started out today walking to the St. Lawrence Market which, naturally, is closed on Mondays.  Oh, and I will back track here and say I put sunscreen on my face and tattoo like a good girl.  But that was all.
From the looks of it St. Lawrence Market is just a smaller version of Granville Island so I wasn't too sad that it was closed and we enjoyed the garden across the street (and the sprinklers!).
We wandered over to Jack Layton Ferry Terminal and caught a ferry over to Toronto Island Park.  You can ride bikes there but: a) they weren't cheap (surprise) and; b) the island is tiny and you can easily traverse it on foot if you're in half decent shape.  There are (in essence) no cars on the island.

Centre Island.  Let the burning begin.

I didn't really know what to expect.  We landed at the Centre Island ferry dock and from there most people go to the kids amusement park nearby, or continue straight through to Manitou beach to play in the water, or to rent the overpriced bikes.  We opted to walk over to Ward's Island where we saw some of the 262 houses that are on the island.  It's kind of a weird concept, this little enclave of houses in a park that throngs of tourists flock to in the summer.  We even passed a seniors home and there were kids participating in some sort of camp activities.  And we saw a small school bus, so go figure.  Strange.
Grabbed an overpriced, slightly stale sandwich at the Island Cafe and then took in the amazing views of the Toronto skyline.
All the while I was slowly roasting in the sun....
We doubled back and visited the Gibraltar Point lighthouse which is supposedly haunted.  On the plaque there it just said the body of the original lighthouse keeper was found nearby but if you read the Wiki page the guy was murdered.  Pretty grisly.
At the opposite end of the park is Hanlan Point where we took a much smaller and more civilized ferry back to Toronto.  There is also a small airport there as I guess it's easier for business people to take an underground tunnel from downtown Toronto to this little island and fly out on a turboprop plane than it is to make it to Pearson Airport.  It was loud and I can see why people on the island are fighting against the idea of jetliners being able to land there.
On the ferry was a super cool looking dog.  I overheard that he was half Husky and I think his other half was Briard.  He was the perfect dog except he had a bit of a physical defect with his lower jaw.  It was stunted and too small so he drooled a bit and I think might have some issues eating, but he looked to be a healthy weight and a happy dog and we both agreed we would still take him in a heartbeat.
Wandered along the waterfront trying to recreate the photo of me sitting in the Adirondack chair from ten years ago but we couldn't find the exact chair again (if it was still there) and I was really literally starting to feel the burn.  We'd been walking for over five hours at this point.
Since it was rush hour, traffic along Spadina was a gong show which I always love to witness.  And we came across a police car which had stopped one of the lanes to attend to a cyclist that had been hit and was lying on his or her back on the road.  He or she looked to be in shock and I hope they are okay, because no one was moving the person and a few minutes later we saw the ambulance trying to make its way to the scene.  Of course lots of people thought laying on the horn would solve the problem.

Ten years later I still can't say "Adirondack".

Meandered through Kensington Market on garbage day which is not unlike Lower Manhattan on garbage day: gross.  I'm not sure what exactly it is that I like about Kensington Market because I never go into any of the shops or restaurants.  I think I just like that the people there aren't conformists and they are doing what they can to exist which isn't always mainstream, although I did see a few instances of gentrification with some of the newer and more "upscale" restaurants there.
Got home, showered, put a shit ton of moisturizer on my glowing red chest and headed to Victory Cafe.  It was cheap, but even for the price my halibut burger was substandard and our waitress was totally inattentive.  Michael's mac and cheese was better.  It was nice to sit out on the patio and people watch, though.  And it's open until 2am on a Monday!  Christ, I don't think anything is open until 2am on a Monday in Vancouver.
Definitely one of the many things I love about Toronto is it's late night vibe and business.  I love all the independent restaurants, coffee shops, cafes, shops, everything.  No wonder Vancouver is called No Fun City.
So that's it for the Six for us.  Hopping on a train to London tomorrow.
God I hope my burn gets better overnight...