By the time I arrive in Toronto I am well and truly sick as a dog. Jetlag and exhaustion have kicked in and I am close to fainting when I arrive on her doorstep with my bright purple suitcase. My host takes me in and cares for me, allowing me to rest and recuperate for a few days. As a result, I only get to see Toronto from across the harbour. I have trouble absorbing that the city sits on the edge of a vast lake – to me it appears like an ocean.

This post is a pictorial homage to my host and Toronto.