It took me years to feel much in the way of affection for Toronto. I've loved most of the places I've lived in my life up until then, and then I was confronted with this sprawling, ungainly, but well-intentioned city with decent transportation and an awkward relationship with its prime lakefront parkland and pockets of loveliness interspersed with urban wear-and-tear.
Up there with my assumed love of London was the subject of theater. Surely I went out a lot, since London has such a good theater scene. And yes, yes it really does. According to andromakie, it's also a cheaper theater scene than what NYC has, in large part due to better last minute discounts. Theater is also something that, as a general rule, I like a great deal, and with musicals in particular, that I can say confidently that I love. Day-to-day living gets in the way, however, and it's very easy to forget and not make appointments with oneself to go out and see plays.
I made up for lost time this week. I've booked tickets to see Kismet and Aladdin (not in London), and tickets for the Taste of London* as well. Avenue Q, Mary Poppins, The Drowsy Chaperone, and The Sound of Music are on our to-do list, but Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat may trump them in order of viewing. I haven't been to the Chelsea Physic Garden yet, but it's summer, and when would be better? I know I'm going to be a tourist this month because we're hosting four? five? houseguests.
It's easy not to be a tourist when you're busy living. For now, at least, I'm trying to keep the benefits of tourism on my agenda too. Visiting elsewhere helped to remind me of this.
* I really enjoyed this event last year.