James Tucker in Cov

The other week (I have been having computer troubles) I went to Kingston (site of my undergrad years) on my way to Ottawa, as part of the Great Passport Adventure Of Last Week. I was graciously put up by Jenna and Absent Kevin, and re-aquainted with the Toucan and poutine within hours of arrival. For all that I've spent the last year in the UK, I'd put the basement of the Toucan in Kingston as one of my favourite pubs ever, still.
The weather was incredible, and was probably one of the last days that the city looked that nice- Kingston has a nasty habit of getting bleak and very, very grey come the winter, as everything is made from the same grey limestone. In the bright sunlight, though, it all just looked agreeably solid and time-tested.
Oh, and I saw a snake.