The moods and neighbourhoods of Toronto are varied and many. Little corners have been claimed by different realities, and I have been taking my time discovering them. Cabbagetown, I learned, was once a working class neighbourhood, and was named, according to myth, because the Polish and Irish immigrants growing cabbage in their front yards as a food staple - and also because it was nicer to look at than potatoes. Today it is a place where there is a Victorian farm in the middle of a megapolis, and little blind alleyways sprinkled with red and yellow leaves, hidden patios, interconnected courtyards leading down the rabbit hole... and there is still some cabbage to be found, neatly sitting in planters and on windowsills. And many cats, guardians of all mysteries.
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