We spent the morning shopping around town, and then at the St. Lawrence Market, which was the typical produce/housewares/prepared food/crafts market you would find anywhere, except that it was huge, two stories, and had many Canadian specialties. We wandered around there, looking for souvenirs. Oh yeah, and Joel called the DJ while we were there in hopes of scoring the Drive-By Truckers tickets. The guy's phone was off. Joel left a message. Needless to say, he never called back. None of us were surprised. It would have been cool if it had worked out, though.But now, the good part: we took a ferry ride to Toronto Island.
I don't think that any explanation I write can do it justice. It was a freakin' fairyland. Seriously, that was my first thought. 
There were lots of little, cute houses close together. 
No cars, but rather bicycles and little red wagons in peoples' yards to carry their stuff around. Lots of cats and dogs. The cat pictured below was so cute and friendly, but had a big chunk of poop hanging from his butt. It made me laugh and laugh.
No commercial buildings to speak of, except for a yacht club (closed for the season), a cafe (closed for the season), and some service buildings. It seemed that lots of eccentric artists must live there, here are some examples:
Yes, that was a tree made out of gloves.
Also, the first thing that greeted us as we landed on the island was a big tree with upside-down Christmas trees hanging from it. What the hell?
But continuing on, we found an explanation for such a weird sight. It was for a bonfire celebrating the first day of spring:
Also, there was a little exchange cart for people to leave things they didn't want, and to take things other people didn't want. Interesting.
That night, we went to a Vietnamese/Thai restaurant for dinner (no photos), and then to another suggestion of the coffee guy, a super-cool bar with a similar concept to the late, lamented Apotheke: no mixed drinks. They served beer and, I think wine, as well as a very small selection of spirits, neat. It was called Smokeless Joe's, and I loved it. They even featured an Oregon beer from Rogue, but obviously, I'm not going to drink that, because I could have it any day. I wanted to try something different, and, hopefully, local. We all started off with beer. Here are our selections:
I had the Trois Pistoles, from Quebec. It was so good, I looked for it here in Portland after I got back. I found it. Yes!After that, we tried a flight of Scotch. Here they are:
After the Scotch, Margaret and I followed it with some oysters. I made the executive decision to get the Prince Edward Island oysters because of, well, Anne of Green Gables. Yes, I'm a dork. But the oysters were really good. We had a really great time there, although Joel and Margaret do look rather pensive in this photo.
After Smokeless Joe's, we went back to the hostel. Margaret and I stayed up late to use the computer. In the computer room, I started joking around with a cute Welsh guy. I don't know why, but he gave me a hug. Then he said I smelled good, and gave me another hug. Did I mention he was really cute? I don't know his name. I really enjoyed that though. I was hoping I would see him again the next day, at least to find out his name, but alas, I didn't. We left the next morning. Maybe I should go to Wales.
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