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| - This is the convergence that is everything Toronto. Kensington Market is the coolest, biggest market I've ever been to, barring Morocco. It's a shanty town of stores, cobbled together in a village for shopping, strolling, visiting, begging and partying. I used to go here not just to pick up my groceries and fill my fridge with specialty items. I used to come for the crowd, to get lost in it, and enjoy being free from work with a day in front of me and nothing to do but buy tasty treats, like authentic homemade hummus drizzled in chili oil with calamata olives, or dozens of cheeses I'd never tried before (what, you mean there's something besides cheddar, mozza and marble?!), fresh veggies for great deals, baklava, fresh peanut butter, fresh breads, flowers, etc. There are cute little shops like, Courage, My Love, where they sell incense, yin-yang pendants, and all other types of bohemian and hippy decor. Head shops and vintage shops. Designer boutiques, and retro flea markets. It was a tossed salad and melting pot of all that Canada's foreign policies have made us. You want culture? Shop Kensington.
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