Doors Open

Last weekend I went to a few Doors Open Toronto locations.  Saturday I went with Maria and Sergey.  First we went to the Japan Foundation at its new place just east of Yonge & Bloor.

Then we went to Osgoode Hall, where Maria wanted to show us the fancy restaurant, but it turned out they'd closed it after the onset of Covid-19.  Then we went to the Textile Museum, where they had an exhibit of stuff by Iran-born Padina Bondar. (Maria is into crocheting herself, and loves to see weaving...) Sergey would have liked to see the University of Toronto's Physics Department, but we ran out of time.

As it is, we were lucky to go to Osgoode Hall first, since it closed a bit early at 4:30:  if we'd gone to the Textile Museum first, we wouldn't have had the chance to go there too.  And when we passed through Osgoode Hall station I happened to run into Gennivier, who I knew from twenty years ago when we were taking ballroom dancing lessons at the Arthur Murray studio!

Later we ordered from a food truck selling Indian, Nepalese and Tibetan food and ate on the steps outside the Student Learning Centre.

Sunday I just went to two places:  the Polish Combatants Hall for Polish-Canadian war veterans, and the Toronto Islamic Centre.  Looking at the displays of Polish World War II uniforms and such, I thought of my aunt Alma, who could never watch war movies because it was all too grim for her.  I could have found more places to go to, but the walking around was the important thing for me.  If I walk two miles three times a week, that'll bring me close to my aspiration of walking a mile a day!

I found the text online of Charlie Chaplin's speech at the end of The Great Dictator, and I've started translating it into Chinese!

My nephew Katie graduated from McMaster University and her convocation was this past week.