I then went to the historic St. Lawrence Market, and met up with Sandy at 1 PM. This is a huge brick hall with a high ceiling, full of lots of kiosks selling foods and handcrafts. Sandy is interested in making soups from marrow-rich bones full of fatty acids, so we looked at all the butcher shops. I didn't know that meat from moose, caribou, bear, elk, partridge, and other wild game was for sale for so cheap in the city. They also had kangaroo meat, which reminded me of my trip to Australia to visit Phred-chan.
We wandered across the street to the indoor farmer's market. I picked up a huge tub of honey, similar to the buckets of honey we used to get from my great-grandfather's farm. Sandy got a container of bee pollen - it's apparently rich in minerals, and tastes like smoke-flavoured honey. We talked and talked and talked as we walked. Then we sat down in a Japanese restaurant, and talked and talked more. The waitstaff kept coming by and seeing if we were done, but we were so busy talking that it took hours to finish.
It was getting cold, so we thought we'd go sit and watch a movie. I gave Sandy some of my aluminized-mylar emergency blankets. As we walked north to the theatre on Carlton Street, we passed them out to underhoused people. They all seemed grateful, which is disturbing - a piece of plastic shouldn't be making such a big difference in their lives. I now only have one left out of the case of 120 - time to order more.
We arrived at Carlton Street after most movies had started, so we went to the Loblaws in the old Maple Leaf Gardens. We bought coffee, and sat and talked and talked while sitting up on the second level. I don't remember what we talked about - it was mostly inconsequential things - but time flew past. Soon, it was time for the next movie showings.
We watched the Lego Movie, which was interesting and fun. Both Sandy and I had grown up with fake Lego offbrands rather than the real thing, but we both appreciated the movie anyway.
After the movie, we still wanted to talk, but we were both tired, and my throat was sore. Eight hours had passed, but it felt like less than a single hour. We hopped on the subway, and parted at Bloor Station.
I really enjoy spending time with Sandy.