It was an unusually frosty day for WOTS – the last few years have been sunny and hot, so much so that, when you sat down to eat your souvlaki or samosas or Thai food lunch, you’d be swarmed by pesky yellow jackets. Not this time. The tents full of children’s books were located right by the Royal Ontario Museum, close to the subway stop and Bloor Street, which must have been convenient for the parents chauffeuring their kidlets in mammoth strollers. Not sure about the reading abilities of the scores of large and small dogs (a trio of whom sported grey hoodies) or why their owners/human companions would think that having their pooches in the midst of thousands of people-legs would make any…
Categories: Modern life, writing
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