CBBH Photo challenge: same subject, different time

Here’s my interpretation of this month’s challenge posed by East of Malaga blog. I chose to show how two urban landscapes, one in Toronto and one in Ottawa, look in different seasons.

A view of St. James Park in Old Town Toronto. In the autumn at left; in the spring at right.
A view of St. James Park in Old Town Toronto. In the autumn at left; in the spring at right.
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National War Memorial in Ottawa (late spring and in the dead of winter)

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CBBH Photo Challenge: Blue

This month´s CBBH Photo Challenge is the colour blue. On her post, Marianne writes that “Over the ages blue has become associated with steadfastness, dependability, wisdom and loyalty (note how many uniforms are blue).” Well, my school uniform was mainly blue (navy blue tunic, sky blue shirt, blue and maroon sash and tie, blue socks and brown shoes) so this made me chuckle. Then I remembered I took a photo of the old boys from the Jersey Militia back in June 2008. Jersey is one of my favourite places on earth. The day I arrived from Dallas, I went for a walk around St. Helier. I was jetlagged so I don’t really remember the details, but I came across a formal ceremony. Since it was June 6th, I assume they were commemorating the Battle of Normandy, but don’t quote me on that.

Jersey militiamen. Funnily enough, these ladies are also wearing blue!

More on uniforms. This time, I present you two granaderos (grenadiers) standing guard outside General José de San Martin’s mausoleum inside Buenos Aires Cathedral. San Martin is one of the founding fathers of Argentina and part of his great legacy is the Regiment of Mounted Grenadiers (Regimiento de Granaderos a Caballo), to which these two soldiers belong. Our national flag –blue, by the way- is draped over his tomb.

Two granaderos standing guard. What happens if they get bored, or tired, or thirsty, I wonder?

Patagonia is a land of deep blues and greens that turn into greys and white in the winter.

Photo credit: my parents

The tidal range in Jersey is one of the largest in the world. According to Visit Jersey, “The landmass of Jersey grows by around a third when the tide is out, ensuring the tidal range is one of the largest in the world.” I found it puzzling to see boats marooned on the sand like this one, until I learned about the tides and got used to the sight.

Le Hocq, Parish of St. Clement, Jersey (Channel Islands)

A fun display at Kensington Market, Toronto:

My two blog picks of the month:

Seashells and Sunflowers, by an American expat living in Argentina

Tour Absurd, a funny blog written by an American expat living in Ireland

Style face-off: Toronto vs. Dallas

A tongue-in-cheek side-by-side comparison of style in two great cities. Have fun!

TORONTO DALLAS

Makeup

Very little, au naturel Lots! Especially this airbrushed effect that looks so artificial. Stepford Wives, anyone?

Hair

What hair? Big Southern hair. Dolly Parton’s wannabes.

Fashion trends

None really stands out, except in shops. Or ski boots and parkas in winter. Or hijabs and saris in certain areas (not really a fashion trend, I know, but that’s what women wear) Women follow trends to a T (whether they should is a different kettle of fish). Some really shouldn’t. Middle aged women do like their Capri pants.

Cosmetic surgery

None Fake boob and Botox central

Nails

Natural Long, fake talons

Colours

Subdued. Black is a favourite, especially in the colder months. Lots of pink

Summer footwear of choice

Teens seem to favour Uggs (beats me why) Flip flops galore (all year round)

Jewellery

Small, discrete (if any) Big and bold

High Tea at the Windsor Arms Hotel

I’ve been meaning to take high tea here in Toronto but never got round to it until today. Here I was, already bored out of my mind by 10 am when a light bulb went off in my head, why not do it now? I did some research online and chose the Windsor Arms Hotel. I made a reservation for 1 pm.

I put on makeup and heels and took off.

Things didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked. I took the wrong bus, the 77B instead of the 77A (come on, who reads the signs?); it was rather warm and walking in circles trying to find St. Thomas Street made me hot and sweaty and, unsurprisingly, I was late.

One advantage of being by yourself in a restaurant is that you can eavesdrop on your neighbours. And I was in eavesdropper’s heaven.  The four young people next to me talked about everything and anything from the Code of Hammurabi (and I even knew what that is, I saw it in the Louvre) to the Shah of Iran to why women are attracted to tall men (apparently something to do with our ancestors surviving in the savannah… whatever).

I ordered a full tea, which included loose leaf tea of my choice (Breakfast Blend with Ceylon, Nilgiris and Assam), two scones, Devon cream, raspberry preserve, a goat’s cheese and red onion marmalade tartlet, two petit fours, and tiny rolled sandwiches. And a bowl of strawberries and cream to boot. I could hardly move afterwards.

Classical music was playing softly in the background. It was Viennese waltzes, which made me think of weddings.

Now I’m ready for high tea at Windsor Castle!