​The morning coffee

 
Now retired and living in downtown Toronto, I have to decide every day where I take my coffee. A few days ago, I was at that covered-by-glass street where tourists could visit the Hockey Hall of Fame. A chandelier made with green plastic bottles (huge, as wide as the street) was hanging from the ceiling at one end of the street. I took a picture quickly because the workers took it down after exposure for a few weeks; my picture was taken when that piece of art was halfway down. I liked it.

​Looking the other way on the street.

 
In the piazza, the Salvador Dali expo is still running.

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And I always like what that piazza looks like where my coffee waits for me at Tim Hortons.