MLM and I went out for the day today. He finished his scabby old job yesterday and starts the lovely new one on Monday, so we had a chance to do the quality time thing.
We headed off to Kingston, Ontario. It’s a two hour drive from here and we had been told that it was a great city. Old buildings, cobbled streets, history, waterfront and good Indian restaurants. A good Indian restaurant is an important place to a Briton.
We set off with me driving and MLM navigating. This is usually a recipe for tense moments as BCI (Before Cochlear Implant) I could never hear what MLM was saying in the car so instructions had to be short, specific, and accompanied by gestures. Because of this MLM would have to drive when we hit the city. He hate cities with a passion and driving in them gives him a headache – he’s from Suffolk
where they don’t really have any cities. On the other hand I lived in London for 25 years and so have no problem with traffic – apart from Canadian drivers but that’s a subject for another post. Today it was so easy to drive, and to chat, and to hear.
We got to Kingston around noon and were very disappointed in the place. So disappointed that we didn’t stop long.
We tried to find a place to eat, first place no gluten free stuff, second had gluten free but filthy loos, so not eating there. We went to a major coffee chain for takeout coffee, that place was smelly. In the end we bought good fries from the Chip Wagon and ate those sitting on a bench.
I’m probably doing Kingston a great diservice. It reminded me of South London, shabby and crowded with inbuilt hippy – Tooting, Clapham etc and as I’m a North Londoner then, well it’s just wrong. It’s very much a student town. I probably would have loved it when I was 20.
We left early giving up on the idea of a take-out Indian meal and decided to try a place I had been recommended recently that’s about 45 minutes from us. The restaurant is in a motel in the middle of nowhere on Highway 7. This is what the rooms look like.
Would you eat anything from a kitchen attached to those?
One assumes that the same housekeeping standards are throughout.
In spite of all this we had a good day out. We found a great little artist’s studio and shop where we chatted to the artist and I may go back and sit with her to learn a little about watercolours. I took some photos of course and here they are.
Yes indeed, those are the leaves turning ……