In the summer, Toronto’s theme park in miniature on an island, Centreville (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Centreville_Amusement_Park), will no doubt be packed with happy, screaming kids on their holidays.
Visiting in early April gives a different vision. A bitterly cold wind sweeps across Lake Ontario, trees are bare and nothing is open. The occasional hardy jogger breaks the scene. The season is most definitely off.
Later I find myself warming my hands under a hand dryer in a public loo. Why did I decide to come here? I could have relaxed in Toronto, gone to a nice bar or maybe had sushi somewhere (like I always do). Instead something compelled me to take the ferry across the water to (nearly) deserted island. But once my hands warm up I have no regrets. It was an experience - I did it because it was there.
How British of me.
