foggy monday

After seeing the sad face of Mr. Igor Kent, the now infamous Toronto bicycle thief that was found with 2,396 stolen bikes under his charge, I felt rather amused and nostalgic. Having more than a handful of bikes stolen over the years in Toronto, I wonder how many were the works of Mr. Kent. I lived up the street from his shop and I am sure my most memorable theft was thanks to him. Only a person like him would have masterminded a stolen ‘bike trade’. A few years back, my shiny new (used) bike was swiped and a less valuable stolen bike left in its place. This seemed at the time quite strange, but after learning more about his demented ‘Robin Hood’ mind, it seems to make more sense to me now. So, goodbye Igor, it looks like the bikers in Toronto can ride with a little less worry these days.

I may not look as cute as the natives, but they have said, officially I am allowed to be one of them! I am so grateful, now on to more important things – like finding out where to get this coat…

Greetings from Copenhagen! I have moved on from the land of windmills and bitterballen and am now in the land of snaps, pølsevogn (sausage wagons) and very tall and thin Danes. I do not have my camera hookup here yet, so stay tuned for more personal shots. This past weekend I went to the Royal Café for brunch, among other things and fell in love with the place. I may make it a weekly habit. The café was filed with people enjoying the little hideaway that seemed more like a fairytale dining room. The café made me remember going to see Cinderealla’s castle in Disneyland when I was about 5 years old and feeling really bummed out to see that is was just a façade really. However 25 years later, I am happy to report I have found a real magical place that fulfilled all those childhood dreams. I enjoyed a brunch that was made up of various foods, all in miniature proportions. They specialize in smushi, a petite version of the Danish open faced sandwich that somewhat resembles the construction...