Cycling does not seem to worsen my musculoskeletal woes. Even then, I try not to push too much. I meander through town in search of art. I drop into Contrast, one of many Contact Photography Festival showings.
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Getting into HotDocs, the other festival in town, is more difficult than expected. Hard to imagine documentaries being so popular. I line up for an hour for Adrian Ferran’s El Bulli screening with no luck. I am not too sorry, as today is too nice to spend in a theatre anyways. I cycle back to Harbourfront. I run into Genny while grocery shopping and end up with an impromptu visit sitting on new stone banks, just soaking in the sun--much more pleasant way to while away a Sunday afternoon than sitting in a dark theatre.
I cap off the day with a leisurely walk along Harbourfront. I am the only viewer of blown glass installations and photo essays at York Quay Centre. My neighbourhood will soon transform into a well-peopled vibrant art scene in the next few months.
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