We left - it felt like escape. The bitter cold, the demise of our efforts. Tim, Mariel and Jaz stripped the tent, a well-planned mission headed by a determined JC. We were happy, but guilty, that we didnt' have to return to Niagara on the Lake. Overstuffed bags, farewells in the lobby. Mike & Cheryl picked up their Tui Tui print. Jordan posed for a photo. We tipped the bellman, sat in the back of the cab. This time, no conversation.

There was some joy. We'd passed the word - anyone who wanted a 'live' piece of artwork from the exhibit was welcome to take it. The tent was coming down around our ears and I snapped Marek getting his piece, and a couple who worked in the hospitality tent next door.

The night before, we'd supped with those fabulous docents at Queen Mother, our favorite restaurant and frequent hang-out. Here's Lisa, the barmaid who sparkles from within. Yuri Dojc (photographer & longtime peer/friend of Gord) and wife, Eva, discussed art, patriotism, hot water and lemon.


At the other end of the table Jaz and Tim held court.

Now we're off to hockey, my first since the rink in Virgil. More to come, a wrap up, more people to thank and feature.