Core Sampling #1 – Market Day
The title comes from me living right in the core of my city. For those that don’t know that city is Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I love this city and its diversity.
Market Day – Acrostic
Musing over morning coffee, sun just raising up the sleepy streets
Appetizing scents hanging in the air, new arrivals saunter in
Rustling newspapers, elbows on tables, muted conversations

Kinds of all colours, kids in summer jumpers, smiles all around
Enjoying breakfast in leisure, worldly cares for most set aside
The absence of a piece keeping time not ever noticed or needed

Stepping through the market doors, Saturday’s crowd no surprise
Quest for the makings of the weeks meals, something for snacking too
Up an aisle, down a row, the steps to the gallery beckon mightily

Availing yourself of that special sandwich you’ve been craving all week
Rubbing elbows, catching up with those that are neighbours and friends
Enjoyed by many from near and far, they know or heard of this market

Day moves along towards noon, the usual bunch heading off as usual
Another coffee spot stop beckons, most pause, a few sit in for a bit
Yet another Saturday market morn is done, and now about those snacks
G.R. Hambley ©
September 11, 2015
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The first and last photos are fantastic. I love brick walls and dimly lit interiors. They are quite cozy.
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Thank you!
I love the ambiance in the place too! That is part of my coffee/writing experience. The east wall has one long padded bench seat. I’ll have to get a couple shots of that.
The diversity of the people is observationally terrific!
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Nice for you and I’m sure it’s a good feeling to be inspired by so much beauty in a place that welcomes you. Feeling welcome is the key. x
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They’d best be bringing my favourite sandwich back! 😉
https://spasmcanada.wordpress.com/2015/09/12/spasm-6-no-bacon/
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Love that article. I’m having a big laugh. Everyone knows you don’t mess with the peppered bacon. x
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Frickin’ EH! LOL
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Oh my, that sounds Canadian…. and has me splitting my sides lol-ing!
I agree with Sabiscuit, love brick walls and dimly lit interiors and the smell of coffee and the low chatter of popular coffee houses. Sadly, none of those here. Florida is not fond of brick nowadays…. This is the first time in many years that I have wished I was back home. Glad Gary found me and led me to his blog. I am enjoying his exuberant writing very much.
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I’m glad you’re enjoying my goodies and thank you so much! I like how your description of “Exuberant” fits on me. I will wear it well.
It does me good to know my writing had you wishing.
I like my coffee spots. Observational and functional. I was asked if my hangout spots all are filled with poets. Alas, tis only me. There are a couple other creatives I’ve come to know and enjoy yacking with.
Shame there isn’t brick in Florida but you do have the “Clearwater Jazz Holiday” which I haven’t been to in a number of years.
Yes I am a Canuklehead and damn proud of it!
These two are also from coffee spots. Both are true stories.
This is in acrostic and the person is real.
https://transitionu.wordpress.com/2014/11/01/well-okay-then/
This one kind of a “Fractured Fairytale” with some poignancy after the theatre.
https://transitionu.wordpress.com/2015/08/13/street-theatre-1/
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