Happy Easter

Went into Kensington Market today to get laundry detergent and check out newmindspace's Easter egg hunt, but I saw no signs of it: not an egg! not a bunny! I was not hugely disappointed, however, as it was a sunny Sunday afternoon and Kensington was packed with throngs of hipsters, friendly dogs, Rasta dudes, kids playing with hackysacks, music blaring out of storefronts, piles of fruit and vegetables, street artists, etc. I ran into Jesse and Olia, who had set up a stand of rare used books Jesse is trying to sell.

In front of the Seven Seas Fish Shop, for some reason, there were about twenty hardcore punk kids, all in black leather studded with steel. Jesse told me they were overflow from Planet Kensington, still one of the last old-skool punk hangouts in the city. We hypothesized that maybe they were drawn to the Seven Seas because they were pescatarians.

And in front of one of the healthfood stores I saw a teenage boy standing around wearing a fake moustache. As I looked, he seemed to get bored with it & peeled it off. It looked like a caterpillar.