Alex and I didn’t really have anything to do on Saturday, so we decided to head down to Clafouti for a coffee and croissant, then to go exploring. It was a reasonably nice day, and really, I just wanted coffee.

I was going to take a picture of my chocolate-almond croissant, but it was so good I literally could not stop eating it for long enough to photograph it. Also, I had coffee in my other hand.

We decided to walk east, so we could look at the furniture stores, then went south to King West, where, at least, we wouldn’t be spending money.

King Street West, a.k.a. the Land of Condos, is totally the least-Toronto-feeling neighbourhood that is in walking distance of my house.

It’s so weird.

There’s just this tower, in the middle of nowhere. And all these weird strip malls and condo developments, and no one walking down the street. At all.

We walked to Roncesvalles, which I love. We were getting cold, so we picked up some coffee at the Film Buff, a.k.a. My Dream Business, the Land of Coffee and Ice Cream and Movies arranged by Director. We found another She Said Boom, also.

Then, we walked by the Queen of Tarts. I dragged Alex in with zero hesitation. We came out with this:

We ate them when they were still too cold from outside.

We hit Oasis for dinner, on the theory that we should probably eat some real food, as we had already spent $20 on pastry and coffee; then we settled in to watch the excellent but depressing Ali: Fear Eats The Soul, a tale of the difficulties of interracial romance. In Germany. In 1974. They are both so lonely and sad.

When it ended, luckily, From Justin to Kelly was just starting. It is the kind of movie that you can only watch late at night over beer with your boyfriend, because you don’t want to go to bed after a bleak product of the New German Cinema. The best part is when the Smart Black Friend says to the Bitchy Southern Friend “Why are we even friends with you?” voicing the thoughts of the film’s entire audience.

Then I saw this on my way to the bank machine:

There are only two conservative signs on my block.

In other news, Alex and I saw the Jack Layton Express today, across the street from (my NDP candidate) Gord Perks’ campaign office. We couldn’t actually see Jack Layton, because of the bus and the crowd, but we did see a boom mike which Jack Layton was presumably standing under.

Has everybody caught election fever?! Seriously, who doesn’t vote anymore? Apathy is so over.