I recently moved to the east end and, as you might imagine, I am the happiest of clams.
I love it here. I love the new bits being developed, but mostly I love the old. I love the breaking down, the worn, the well used. I love the little marks that say, “I was here.”
Taken on a stroll around the Leslieville (or is it considered Riverdale?) early April, before that whole ice storm hit (what the heck?!).