Or, in which there is much waiting.
I’ve made it to the train portal in Toronto, but vastly overestimated the time that the bus wanted to get through the wall of traffic. I suppose waiting an extra hour at the station is only a minor sort of misadventure (a misadventurette really).
I sort of owe this trip to E. It was her picture of the National Gallery, with its alluring “Caravaggio: coming soon!” banner that made me decide to set out on this folly. She’s also feeding my (delightful and astonishingly well-behaved) cats (thank you!).
I’ve consumed much coffee already! And I’ll soon be on a train! And I get to see Caravaggio tomorrow! There is so very much excitement around here. Woe to whoever has to sit beside me.
22 August 2011 ~ Toronto