There truly are not enough words to describe what an amazing city we found Toronto to be after only seeing a very small slice of what it has to offer. We spent two short days and three nights at The Drake Hotel (which resembled my idea of interior design heaven) and did not travel in a moving vehicle except for the airport taxi rides. The five or so miles we walked ourselves to blisters in were absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to head back and visit the rest of the city.
My heart will always belong to Chicago but if the psychos behind the Tea Party ever manage to take over, we’re outta here and I know exactly where we’re headed.
First off, the vintage. The vintage! Tons of shops line Queens Street West, the block that houses The Drake. We were told that the neighborhood really took off once the hotel opened up in 2004, with new places sprouting up almost immediately. I counted at least six vintage shops in a four block radius and all seemed to be making brisk business. If you’re into resale, a walk down this street is so necessary.
Even The Drake is in on the love, with a General Store stocked with new and time-honored merchandise. I really liked the watch faces above and am kicking myself for not picking one up. Wouldn’t they be great as magnets on an old fridge?
Not far from Queens Street is Kensington Market, a fun neighborhood packed with shoppers and diners on Saturday morning. My favorite shop in the area is pictured above, the first where I actually felt like I could afford what was inside. I noticed the prices in most of the shops we hit were quite a bit higher than Chicago overall and was a little disappointed that nothing would be coming home with me. Except my creamer and sugar set from Sal Army!
So, we shopped, we ate, we napped, we drank, we chatted. Toronto was a blast. I can’t wait to go back!
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