Nothing special. Just a walk to have breakfast with friends and deliver my income tax material to my accountant at their North Main Street office.
Yes, it’s tax time. But today is also Easter Monday, a day of rebirth and a pseudo holiday where private enterprise chugs on and public employees enjoy a day off.
A quiet day for a long walk, I decide.
There are no maps involved, only a wandering spirit in search of colourful easter eggs hidden in unexplored nooks and crannies. It’s an unplanned route, following a mental map of the city. A map of places I have not explored on foot, tenuously link by three dots on the landscape: a restaurant, an accountant’s office, a home.
In between the dots, I wander downtown, through Point Douglas, down Selkirk Avenue and across the Arlington Street Bridge before winding my way through the West End and back home.
Here is my collection of Easter eggs.
