Yonge Street, Toronto

In downtown and midtown Toronto we rarely see the tent of blue, Jean. The sky appears either as patches between the tall bulidings or something you catch a glimpse of through the tree cover. I grew up in Southwestern Ontario, which has big skies, but I'm so unused to them now they make me edgy whenever I go down there.

Or those picture-block puzzles we used to play with as kids. Do they make them any more?

Thanks, Maggs.