That was us. Wandering around, downtown Toronto, like a gaggle of geese.
Headed for the subway to begin our inner-city commute. And rolling through one particular station, I chuckled that I had never before realized the significance of Juliet's quote, "what's in a name?" Imagine that. All along, a TTC stop had been named after me!
No transit weirdos joined us on our travels, although I must admit I had the girls well warned on the subject of psychos. And the etiquette of subway staring. How not to do it.
Stopped in at the grand entrance to the historic Fairmont Royal York Hotel, officially opened for business way back in June 1929 (Dad?)!
The current luxury home for visiting monarchy.
Clearly no regality bespeaks Miss Neon, here.
Ventured on to our Goal of the Day. The observation deck of the CN Tower. Only way to get there was in a glass elevator, cruising at 15 mph/. We exited at 1,151 feet just 58 seconds later. My popping ears clearly told me it was a rapid ride. Here is Miss K, happily speeding upward.
And the trio at the top.
Don't quite get the strange arm positioning in this shot.
Was she airing out her oxster?
Or perhaps explaining that I should have been next to her to complete the family quad.
Appendages were back in place for this Kodak moment on the glass floor.
Freaky thing, that glass floor.
Apparently built to withstand the weight of 14 hippos.
Good to know.
I snapped this picture of the golden Royal Bank Tower because of the stunning sky reflection.
For years I walked by this building daily, but never appreciated its height or worth.
It has 41 storeys and boasts more glass than any other skyscraper in the world.
And it doesn't appear golden without reason, either.
All of those glass windows are covered with 24-carat gold.
Designed for the ultimate in insulation, and valued at over $1,000,000.
A Bank Tower. Ever wonder where your money goes?!
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