I am the nice guy who spots lost tourists and visitors. I pretty well confine myself to people who are holding a small map and scanning the non-existent skyline for 360 or more degrees.
Last week on the corner of Bay and Grenville, I came across a middle-aged couple looking lost.
This photo is taken from the SE corner of Bay and Grenville, looking at our three-year old version of the Women’s College Hospital. I watched this building being built.
I asked the lady “May I help you?”.
“Oh yes please! We are looking for the Women’s College Hospital”.
I smiled and said “You have found it”, for they had, but they just didn’t know it.
Can you spot the sign that gives the game away?
Can you see the large brilliant lettering that shrieks “Women’s College Hospital”?
Can you see the additions to the road signs that indicate “You are on track for the Women’s College Hospital”?
Neither can I.
Nor can anybody.
This is what we have in view from Bay Street: Three dull letters on a gray background.
Now I met the couple late afternoon, when the sun was shining towards us from the west.
I waited until the next morning to take this shot, with the sun shining from the east, directly onto the letters.
This is, basically, what the visitor sees: A grey slab, could be an office block, in Peterborough or Guelph this would be a tall condominium tower.
Just another example of Toronto’s continual efforts to baffle the newcomer.
Note that Toronto managed to get this hospital erected and operational in about two years. A great effort.
Then Toronto stops short of letting people, sick people, worried people, stressed-out and anxious people, know where it is.
This was the Wednesday forecast for Friday. It looked promising.
So I went ahead with my first day-in-the-country trip by car.
I rented a car from Avis (because I like Robert Townsend and still have a copy of his book “Further Up The Organization”)
I had a lovely day, drove the 401/416/417 to Ottawa, had a long lunch with a friend I’d not met before, and drove home vie Perth, collecting postcards of Ottawa and Perth, a bag of gravel for houseplants, had a lovely conversation with the man who organizes Perth’s Kilt Run, and since I’d eaten a large lunch, spent the trip home munching lightly on healthy snacks – a cylinder of Pringle’s Potato Chips, a bottle of Pepsi-Cola, and a slab of Smoked Gouda.
A great ending to a great day.