Working at the Art Gallery entitles me to admission to many of Toronto's other tourist attractions. I'm trying to visit as many of them as possible before my contract runs out in a few weeks time.
On Tuesday, I went to Casa Loma. I hadn't been in years, not since I took The Daughter when she was small. I'd forgotten just how big the place is. Being the off season, there were few other visitors. It was a strange feeling to wonder alone the huge rooms, gardens, and towers. I tried to picture what it must have been like to live there, outnumbered twenty to one by the servants, dwarfed by the furniture. Such wealth. Unimaginable.