I spent the morning wandering around China Town trying to find some souvenir tat. It was really difficult!
We went to the same Portuguese bar again today to watch the Spain V Portugal game.
It wasn’t open, so we ended up having a beer in the bakery. I know that’s an odd place to drink beer.
When the bar finally opened, we went downstairs. Portugal lost, despite being the better team and then we rushed downtown to the Rex bar to watch some jazz.
This week is Toronto Jazz Week and I seem to have missed most of it.
We watched a band from berkley school of music:
We then got kicked out because we didn’t have tickets for the next act, so we walked Queen St until we stumbled upon a crepe place that sold beer.
So we had a pitcher. We managed to stop an entire street of pedestrians whilst we took a stupid photo of me in front of the CN Tower. It was probably awful.