This Saturday my sister and I and friend P hit the road for a day trip to Stratford. (The one in Ontario, sadly not the one in England). We’ve all been there often enough during the summer and fall when the theatre season is on, but since we’d never been in the non-theatre months and since November always has that vaguely dreary quality of oozing into the Dark Times of Winter, we wanted to break that up a bit with a jaunt. So a little while ago we hatched a plan in advance to make the trip and do the non-theatre Stratford things. All you folks in the other half of North America have Thanksgiving to transition you into the cold season, but up here we did the turkey dinner thing last month and November can sort of drift by and leave you blinking and wondering if you skipped the falling leaves thing and went directly to cold and grey.
Indeed, it seems winter has arrived. We’ve had a few light snowfalls in the Lake Ontario area of the province, but over in the more western parts of the province the snowfalls haven’t been so light. We got there and wondered if we should be singing Christmas tunes. After all, it looked like this:
We did some leisurely shopping, taking in the tea shop for some re-stocking:
And paused to contemplate whether the Vampire Tea is available year-round or mostly on weekends when Twilight hits the theatres.
We perused Watson’s Bazaar and noted the advice:
And had to pause to take in the mad-skeery icicles en route to the used bookshop:
I’m quite sure Stratford parking metres aren’t the only ones around which advise you to use only ‘valid coins’, but all the same we contemplated what sorts of ‘invalid’ ones would be potential suspects.
We finished off at Balzac’s for some wicked awesome hot chocolate:
And on the way home the winter sunset was pretty great:
Maybe we’ll do it again and see what Stratford looks like on the flip side of the Darkest Times of the Year.