So my laptop has decided to spontaneously take a trip to the Year 3000 and is BUSTED, which is throwing a spanner in the works for my blogging and general life admin.
So here I am, relying on my trusty phone to get me through until my laptop gets fixed/replaced…
But nonetheless, my explorations of Toronto are coming along nicely. I finally made it to Kensington Market yesterday, after forgetting to go last year when I was living in Toronto. And I can see why people recommend going there; it’s pretty cool!
Thrift shops galore are set up in buildings, that maybe once upon a time were houses. There are plenty of cute coffee shops, waffle cafes and vegan restaurants, along with people in the streets BBQing jerk chicken etc. for grab and go meals.
The streets smelt amazing, looked really quirky, and there were several live musicians playing as you walked around. Such a cool Bohemian area of the city!
But the cherry on the top for me was coming across FIKA cafe on Kensington Ave. My friend had spoken about this cute coffee shop and as soon as I saw it I had to make my way in!
With a wall made completely of book pages, and cosy communal chairs and tables, the place had a student-kind-of-feel to it, but with a Scandinavian edge.
I haven’t had a coffee with coffee art in the city yet, so it felt such a luxury to have a nice looking (and tasting) coffee for the first time in a while.
The countertop of cakes and pastries looked incredible, so we settled on one of each of the zucchini, cheddar and chive scones, and a cinnamon bun with cardamom and ginger. They tasted as good as they looked – my cinnamon bun tasted like Christmas!
As it was a pleasant Sunday, and it was packed inside, we sat on a wooden table out front of the cafe and watched the world go by.
It truly felt like fall for the first time this year, and made me pine to attend a Christmas market.
If you’re looking for places to visit in Toronto, or just have a few hours to yourself and fancy a date with yourself, I recommend Kensington Market. Once we left the area, the regular Toronto streets felt so quiet and mundane.