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The end of winter is so long awaited in Canada that anything remotely spring-like attracts crowds. As the temperature finally began to rise at the beginning of May, even the little row of cherry blossoms in Toronto’s Trinity Bellwoods Park drew a large audience. Apparently it’s the perfect scene for Instagram, making (as one visitor remarked loudly) for some very grumpy boyfriends.

The same is true of the Canadian Tulip Festival in Ottawa, held every year in the middle of May to celebrate the city’s tulips – a gift from the Dutch to thank Canada for sheltering the future Queen Juliana during World War II. They attract an audience of over 650,000 annually, so as we joined the crowds over Victoria Day weekend, we jostled to see the 1 million tulips on display beside Ottawa’s greatest landmarks. Some, like the Disneyland Paris orange tulips, were resplendent; others, struggling with the unseasonal downpours, less so.

Our second trip to Ottawa was much warmer than our first, with the canal …

From winter...

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The groundhog got it wrong. On 2 February – Groundhog Day – Ontario’s own Wiarton Willie headed out of his burrow. Legend says that if he sees his shadow he’ll rush back in, heralding at least six more weeks of winter; if he doesn’t, an early spring is on its way. This year, he stayed out – but the snow kept falling until the last days of April. (Will this cause Ontarians to lose faith in Willie? We suspect not. Such is the groundhog’s renown that when his predecessor moved to the great burrow in the sky, his casket was given a ceremonial funeral and paraded through the town.)

Fortunately, there is plenty to do here during a long winter. In March we enjoyed spectacular views of Niagara Falls – far less crowed than in the summer, and even more striking in flurries of snow. Boats can’t travel through the frozen plunge pool but we enjoyed our ‘journey behind the falls’ to see the icy cascade, and it was fun to pop over Rainbow Bridge for lunch in the USA.

Back in Toronto, it’s usually only…

New York

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Is there a more exciting city? Founded as New Amsterdam in the 1620s, captured by the British in 1664 and briefly the capital of the United States in the 1780s, today New York is America’s largest metropolis and the most photographed city in the world. It’s not in Canada of course, but since it’s much closer to Toronto than many Canadian cities, for Family Day weekend we hopped in a small plane at the island airport and within an hour were touching down south of the border.

On a previous trip we’d visited the top tourist sites – from the United Nations to the Metropolitan Museum of Art – so this time we wanted to explore a gentler side of New York. We stayed in the West Village neighbourhood, with its elegant townhouses and children’s parks. The apartment block from Friends was just around the corner, and the Hudson River just a stone’s throw away.

Nearby we found the High Line – an extraordinary elevated walkway that weaves its way through the cityscape for nearly a mile and a half. Th…

One year in Toronto

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So here we are. The earth has completed a full orbit of the sun since we collected our work permits at Toronto Pearson Airport, and we’re delighted that they’ve been successfully renewed for another twelve months. So, to mark a full year since our first blog post, here are some of the things we’ve learnt in Canada:

·There’s more than one way to make a bagel. In New York they are boiled in water then baked. In Montreal they are boiled in honey-water then baked in an open woodfire oven. And this has been enough to cause a rivalry between the two cities for over a century.
·Ukrainian-Canadian speed-folk music is a thing. And for one weekend during the year you can hear it in St. John’s.
·Whether encouraging drivers to ignore red lights or issuing all official pronouncements in at least two languages, Canadians are pretty relaxed about finding the most efficient way to do things.
·That said, we English do not use language in an obvious way. Try saying ‘you might like to’ do something in a Ca…

Christmas

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Our first Canadian Christmas was, ironically, a White Christmas only in the British sense. It turns out that there is an official definition of a White Christmas, and it varies between countries. So the few gentle flurries we enjoyed on Christmas Day in Toronto would have been enough to qualify for a White Christmas in the UK, but we needed at least 2cm on the ground before Canadians would approve. In any case, we had a wonderful day, with time for singing, eating, and Skyping with our families. Queen’s Speech Word Bingo is now an international competition! It ended with a delicious turkey dinner in the home of kind Canadian friends, topped off with carols around the piano.


The season started in mid-November, when decorations began to appear in shopping malls and condo lobbies, and Toronto hosted The Original Santa Claus Parade. Continuing an annual tradition that stretches back to 1905, floats, marching bands and gymnastics troupes paraded through the crowded streets of Toronto for ne…

Fall

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The temperatures have dropped, the patios have disappeared, and the down jackets are beginning to re-emerge. Autumn brings a resplendence of colours in Toronto, from the fiery trees on Sugar Beach to the pumpkins outside every supermarket. We’d eagerly awaited our first taste of pumpkin pie – but now we’re not so fussed about the second. Halloween is quite the celebration on this side of the pond, with offices adorned in Halloween tinsel (yes, you read that correctly) and whole streets closed for trick or treating. Even the lobby to our building became a temporary home for ghouls and zombies.

Fireworks Night hasn’t traversed the Atlantic, but commemorations for Remembrance Day have a familiar feel, with parades through the streets of Toronto, and poppies and wreaths at memorials from the Anglican Cathedral to Old City Hall. Canada played a significant role in World War I – committing 620,000 troops (compared to Britain’s six million) – and the author of “In Flanders Fields”, John McCra…

Plymouth by the Pacific

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Victoria – a bastion of English charm some 4,700 miles from home. Named in honour of the famous Queen, today the capital of Canada’s westernmost province boasts a temperate climate, multiple universities and a famously laid-back attitude that attract tourists, students and retirees from across Canada. With Vancouver so close, we had to visit. Although, when we said in the last post that Victoria is only a ferry-ride away, that wasn’t strictly true. The ferry ports are at the tips of their respective islands, so the journey involves two buses and light rail as well as a boat. But the scenery is so beautiful that the challenges of public transport were entirely forgotten as we motored around tiny islands in the Georgia Strait.


In downtown Victoria, with seaplanes taking off beside us, we found British Columbia’s legislative assembly and a statue of Vicky herself. Unlike the hipster cafes and micro-breweries that have sprung up in Vancouver, Victoria’s culinary highlights are more traditi…

Weymouth in the west

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Vancouver – Canada’s gateway to the Pacific. Its site, nestled in the Rocky Mountains and sheltered from the ocean by Vancouver Island, has seen human activity for over 8,000 years. In the 1860s a new settlement emerged – called Gastown after ‘Gassy’ Jack Deighton, the proprietor of the local tavern – but with the arrival of the first transcontinental train twenty years later came a new name, one inspired by the Royal Navy Officer George Vancouver who had charted North America’s western coast a century earlier. Since then it’s attracted inhabitants from across the country and around the world with its consistently high quality of life and reputation for progressive thinking – becoming not only Canada’s most densely populated city but also one of its most diverse.


While Canadians were taking October’s second Monday to eat turkey and celebrate Thanksgiving (a holiday of uncertain origins that now seems associated with the harvest), we flew from the country’s busiest airport to its second…

Festivals

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Toronto in the summer is a totally different city to the one we found in January. Trees and flowers suddenly burst into life. Patios spring up outside bars and restaurants. And Toronto’s inhabitants, freed from underground walkways and down jackets, reclaim their city with a string of celebrations: parades along Yonge Street marking Pride and Indian independence, festivals by the waterfront for vegetarian food or Canadian literature, and parties in honour of Canada Day, the country’s birthday, with indigenous dance and fireworks.

The Toronto International Film Festival, or TIFF, has just come to an end – a ten-day cinematic extravaganza that’s taken over the Entertainment District and seen the arrival of the big screen’s biggest stars. (It’s not every day that you bump into Keira Knightley on the way home from work.) With theatres as well as cinemas overcome by film fans, we headed to the Princess of Wales for one of the first showings of Can you ever forgive me?, featuring Melissa McC…

Lyon on the Lawrence

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Montreal – home to European style, American scale and Canadian charm. Famed for fashion, jazz and bagels, it takes its name from its local landmark, Mont Royal – christened by the explorer Jacques Cartier who sailed here up the Saint Lawrence River in 1535. Despite being surrendered to the English in 1760, Montreal is the second largest French-speaking settlement in the world (a mere 3,419 miles from Paris) – and, although it’s no longer Canada’s most populous city (having lost that crown to Toronto in the 1970s), it remains a thriving hub of commerce and culture.


Another month brings another statutory holiday – this time for Labour Day – so we hopped in a tiny plane at Toronto City Airport and within an hour were gazing down at the skyscrapers of Montreal. The first stop for tourists is the old town, including the imposing Notre-Dame Basilica, the industrial Old Port, and bustling Bonsecours Market, all in the shadow of the city’s financial district and Mont Royal. Wandering the cobbl…