FAMILY

I've shown you all kinds of photographs, of all kinds of places and happenings.
Let me show you the most important reasons for my CanVac 2015:

My Son : Steven 

My Daughter : Lianne

My Daughter - In Law, Janet

Liannes Friend, Jason,

from Georgia, USA

Janet and Lianne !

(Comments as to their loveliness are not required.)

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My two Grandchildren, David and Christa, of course, 

count under the category of "Family"

I shall add their pictures later.

some leftovers

Early in the morning.
Too soon for breakfast
nothing much else to do
go through the uncountable pictures taken
and find one here and there, 
which, you think, should have been posted.
So here we are... 
Some Leftovers.

A pretty old Company.

Stilt walkers

at the Busker Festival.

Masks galore

The Hamlet of Port Albert

Some animals do it to perfection.
Some birds, when they want to be noticed by a female of their species, blow up their colourful neck feathers to make themselves look bigger, more attractive and therefore more desirable.
Lions, sometimes, when they are about to approach their chosen love, shake their heads vigorously to make the hair of their mane fly out and thereby also give themselves a larger and more powerful look.
People do it: Both sexes decorate themselves with baubles and beads, the male engages in strenuous exercises to develop bigger muscles, thereby appearing more desirable as a partner and as the protective  father of their children. When he meets a new female, he most definitely pulls in his stomach.
In short: We all show off a little.
Here is the Hamlet of Port Albert.
I do not know how many houses it harbours within its borders. Maybe ten ?
This, however, is how it advertises itself:

Situated on the shores of Lake Huron, 

Port Albert  welcomes you with this lovely sign.

To make certain that the visitor will not get lost

in the maze of its single street

this sign leaves no doubt that we are dealing here

with someplace remarkable.

Here is the "Downtown Shopping":

The Port Albert General Store

And here we have the "Downtown Accommodation"

The Port Albert Inn.

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Now, all of this is surely worthy of the three part directional sign

as shown above.

I went into the General Store. The Lady who showed me the nicely displayed merchandise could not possibly have been more courteous or nicer when she proudly announced 

that hers is 'the only store' hereabouts.

I walked into the "downtown accommodation" but could not find anyone in the richly decorated common room.

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Bertstravels 

loved "downtown Port Albert"

which must be the area between the General Store and the Inn.

That's the last time - I promise -

I well know that you have seen these shots ' ad nauseam'.
The last images you might want to see are more pictures of the Sky Line of Toronto.
However, since this is MY Blog, I put there what I like and I can only hope that you too might like them.
I promise that these are the last ones until, maybe, next year...

Th-th-that's all folks !

I promise

CanVac Miscellaneous

Since my CanVac 2015 is slowly coming to a close,

I pick some images, which I find mildly interesting.

 For some reason or another they did not find a spot 

in any of the preceding parts

of CanVac 2015.

Is this real ? Or is it a wig ?

Since she posed as a living ad for a beauty parlour

I assume that it is a wig. Or is it ?

This is an as yet undeveloped part of Yonge Street..

A store on street level, 

and above the living quarters of the merchant...

now 'decorated' with huge advertising bill boards.

Is this a well disciplined crowd ?

During the "Busker Festival" there were 10 or 12 of those Assemblages along 

the designated part of Yonge Street

watching acrobats, jugglers and many other performers.

Architects seem to be given free rain.

I call this the 'Zipper Building'

(looks a bit like the front of a man's pants

when he forgot to 'zipper up' .)

An infrequent view:

The American Falls and the Canadian 'Horseshoe Falls

 in one picture.

The closing scene of "The Carousel"

Don't they remember ?

The short memory span of the current Hungarian Government has been demonstrated by its leaders and leaves no doubt as to its position regarding the Refugee Crisis which at the present time bedevils not only Hungary, but all of Europe.
The solution to this crisis, if their is one, is not the building a 4 meter high fence along the boarder with Serbia, to keep out a further influx of asylum seekers who fear for their survival in their own countries.
The solution is not the statement of " The boat is full " and the suspension of pertinent agreements with all other European Union members.
As a "solution" to this problem, I suggest that Mr.Victor Orban ("We don't want more Muslims), the Right Wing President of Hungary should read a book !
Yes, he should read a little book, written in 1957, by the American writer James A. Michener, called:
"The Bridge at Andau"
It describes the brutal subjugation of Hungary by Russian forces, when Hungary wanted to introduce a "little Democracy" into their country. A revolution ensued during which hundreds young Hungarians were killed. Other thousands, rounded up and deported to Russia, likely Siberia, but many thousands escaped, many of them across a little bridge, near a small Austrian border village, called Andau.
The year was 1956, the beginning of November and every Hungarian who was able to reach "the bridge at Andau" could expect an Austria, only recently freed from Allied Occupation forces, to welcome any and all refugees with open arms.
Maybe Mr. Victor Orban should be taken there, shown this bridge,  and then he should be urged to read this book "The Bridge at Andau" which starts as follows:

 "There was a bridge at Andau, and if a Hungarian could reach that bridge, he was nearly free.
It wasn't much, as bridges go: not wide enough for a car nor sturdy enough to bear a motorcycle:
It was a foot bridge made of rickety boards with a hand railing which little children could not quite reach...... "

When Hungarians were in need, when they were refugees, when they sought asylum, nobody told them:
"The boat is full" !
Europe accepted them without questions being asked and then America opened its doors. 
For many Hungarians the USA and Canada became their ultimate goal, their new and welcoming home.

Mr. Orban ! Go, read the book.

Bertstravels 
will gladly buy it for you
or lend you his own.

Algonquin - Last Morning -

Too short a visit...
but all good things must come to an end...
That soon ?

I started at about 6AM. Still a bit too early for photography.
Returned  to 'home port' at abput 9 AM.

The dining room is waiting for my breakfast.