Taste. The Danforth, Toronto. August 2006
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
Khalil Gibran
Sometimes you don’t have to travel far to taste the flavours of far away places.
I spent my teenage years growing up along the Danforth, that part of eastern Toronto where the street signs are bilingual; English and Greek. My after school snacks were tiropita, or cheese pie which you could buy for $1.50.
It took me thirty years to travel the the real Greece.