Spent the long weekend in Kingston, Ontario, visiting friends, a photoshoot with Suzy (I’m not allowed to show you anything yet) and celebrating a 60th birthday.
If you would like to get away for a weekend, come here. There’s 1000 Islands, 1000 things to do, and Kingstonians are known as party-ers.
Let’s start with these four places:
1 – Go there for a beer – The Toucan
2 – Buy your books there – Wayfarer Books (smells so good)
3 – Pan Chancho – get a coffee and chocolate croissant
4 – I never go here, it’s for hippies, but green arrow: she’s _still_ there :O
Or, you could go see me on the walls of here.
My favourite ever army suprlus store is here – Smith Army Surplus. If you’re lucky Kyle will be working, say hi.
I cruise through, sift through the patches, talk shop and swap lies.
You can shoot in Kingston, too. Well I can, you might have a bit harder time.
This was S&R – Canada’s oldest (50+) independently owned department store.
It closed two summers ago, which I went around for weeks proclaiming sad and wrong.
I wish I had video of inside here; places like this don’t exist anymore. I heard some mid-level-restaurant-franchise is going in. Golf claps.
70% of all Kingstonians own something from here, maybe one of those glass balls, likely received as a gift.
I’m being dramatic, but not really.
Where you should be buying gifts from is Dwell Boutique, which I should have taken a photo of.
It’s a great place for Morning Drive.
YA BUDDY! THE STUDIO LIVES!
Thanks Claus! <3
He also gave me silver dollar. I put it on my fridge.
I left it there though, my car. It’s no longer fit for the highway, not even I’m that wacked. So kinda cool eh….
Me – “Pardon me? Oh yes yes, I do keep a car in Kingston” :|
Ha.
This place below is my personal real estate brokering deal dream… it’s the old Psyc Ward down on the water.
Executed correctly, it could be one of the premiere mini-areas in Southern Ontario.
Kingston is a good-sized city that you’ll be leaning on a wall texting, someone strolls by you know, now you’re on a patio making jokes.
The streetlights are an inside joke.
Kingston is filled with buildings like this, Canada’s very first bank.
The arrow is pointing to my old apartment. I was the last person to live in it before the City took it over.
There was a restaurant on the main floor, who’d pass me ahi tuna on my way up the stairs, which I’d eat on the fire-escape (they removed it), from which I may have once thrown handfuls of mini-bouncy-balls from, to see what would happen (fun happens).
Go to Kingston, you’ll love it!
