Horray for visitors...

... especially in February!!

Honestly, I think the only people nuts enough to visit Toronto in the middle of winter just to see me would have to be my parents. We had a great weekend, in which I competely ignored my woes of learning German and reading about the Carolingian Renaissance, and did lots of tourism and ate yummy food instead.

First, we took a tour of the St. George Campus (the scene of my academic exploits) and wandered into all the historic buildings.

Here the Intern re-lives his school days of Yore:

I tried to get them to eat Poutine (french fries covered with gravy and cheese and the only truly "Canadian" food I could think of) but I guess the truck you get them from was a little too sketchy for their taste.

As far as I know, no serious injury has been associated with the Poutine from here:

Then we clearly had to go to the Shoe Museum ... because its mere existence demanded it.

Mom is pretty confident that her shoes will measure up:

Sadly her boots, though very trendy, were almost immediately eclipsed in coolness by the Pope shoes:

We also went shopping in China Town, and were amused and disturbed by a great many things

I love the expressions on their faces...

(note: we have no idea what the orange colored meat actually was)

And these are only a few of the delights to which you may all be expected to submit if you ever have the tragic misfortune of being coerced into visiting me in the lovely city of Toronto. Um .... please??