{"id":1284,"date":"2016-10-11T18:54:35","date_gmt":"2016-10-11T18:54:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1284"},"modified":"2016-10-11T18:57:11","modified_gmt":"2016-10-11T18:57:11","slug":"toronto-texture-is-all","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1284","title":{"rendered":"Toronto: Texture is All"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Bar-Hop-e1476210353279.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1278 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Bar-Hop-e1476210353279.jpg\" alt=\"bar-hop\" width=\"265\" height=\"354\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Bar-Hop-e1476210353279.jpg 2448w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Bar-Hop-e1476210353279-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Bar-Hop-e1476210353279-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 265px) 100vw, 265px\" \/><\/a>I do love cities.\u00a0 The sensory stimulation is endless. No matter how gridlike the streets are, the sense experience never happens as an orderly unfolding &#8211; it&#8217;s always overwhelming.\u00a0 It&#8217;s like having a bucket of water dumped over your head, being immersed.\u00a0 You might be floating, drowning, being carried along by the crowds, happily, unhappily, both.<\/p>\n<p>While visiting Toronto, I kept circling around one idea: texture.\u00a0 The city is in the process of becoming a big deal on the world stage, and you can feel that explosion viscerally, on your own skin, in the mixed textures.\u00a0 Lots of neighborhoods sprawl between the past and future &#8211; as if there is a pocket of Queens in Manhattan, San Francisco in midtown.\u00a0 Glass tower on a block with two-story houses that lean in every direction.\u00a0 You get steel beams and painted Victorians.\u00a0 A street car disappears down a long avenue, a Frank Gehry museum like a giant whale in the blue sky beside it.\u00a0 Post-modern towers and the back porches of tiny restaurants where kitchen staff smokes.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Baldwin.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1274 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Baldwin.jpg\" alt=\"baldwin\" width=\"381\" height=\"286\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Baldwin.jpg 1632w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Baldwin-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Baldwin-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/Baldwin-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 381px) 100vw, 381px\" \/><\/a>Small still thrives, confirming the idea that people can exist as autonomous beings in big cities. It thrives stubbornly, led by a food culture that underlines human contact.\u00a0 The restaurants give onto the streets &#8211; little shacks of Mexican tortillas, the fabulous Mexican sandwich or torteria or silky dumpling house; the strings of rice wrapper dim sum, the noodle houses, the Ethiopian, Afghani, Indonesian, ahhh,\u00a0 food is outrageously sumptuously present, bright, alive, spicy, piquant, fish sauce-haunted, lime, mint.<\/p>\n<p>The ice of cool modern has become a multi-textured feast.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/San-Cosme-interior-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-1281 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/San-Cosme-interior-1.jpg\" alt=\"san-cosme-interior\" width=\"382\" height=\"286\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/San-Cosme-interior-1.jpg 1632w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/San-Cosme-interior-1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/San-Cosme-interior-1-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/San-Cosme-interior-1-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 382px) 100vw, 382px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I do love cities.\u00a0 The sensory stimulation is endless. No matter how gridlike the streets are, the sense experience never happens as an orderly unfolding &#8211; it&#8217;s always overwhelming.\u00a0 It&#8217;s like having a bucket of water dumped over your head, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1284\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[514,512,511,513],"class_list":["post-1284","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-foodie-culture","tag-san-cosme","tag-toronto","tag-urban-culture"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-kI","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1284","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1284"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1284\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1288,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1284\/revisions\/1288"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}