Having just spent the most incredible morning at the Chateau des Charmes, it was hard to imagine how the rest of Niagara-on-the-Lake could possibly measure up. Luckily, it did not disappoint in the least. Every building, every street corner looked like a postcard snapshot. It was an impossibly charming town, and impossible not to love. Moments after these photographs were taken, we were horrified to discover that the quirky large ice-cream cone we had just hugged was, in fact, a garbage can. Oh, mon dieu! Luckily, just around the corner was a little wading pool to help us wash off and (try to) forget what we had just done! And oh – the flowers! Nothing brings a smile to my face faster than the sight and smell of flowers in bloom. And there were flowers everywhere. For dinner, we ducked into this little Italian restaurant whose name escapes me now, as it was some time ago, but the feeling of absurd happiness that this meal brought still remains. As we made our way home, we passed an open field that we had driven by at least five times already that day. The sun was beginning its descent, and the light being cast over the field was incredible. I couldn’t resist asking Erin to pull over so that we could get some photos. The grass was long and overgrown and tickled as we laughed and stumbled our way onto the field. And we twirled on and on and on.
It’s been almost a year since this trip took place, and there’s a huge backlog of photos just collecting dust and waiting to be blogged, but I decided to start with this trip to Niagara-on-the-Lake from last July because it was one of the happiest days I can remember. I took the train into Burlington that morning, and Erin drove us the rest of the way. We had the names of a few wineries we wanted to visit, but other than that, there were no set plans. Moments after pulling off the highway, we spotted the most beautiful and majestic vineyard, and knew we had to take a look.
Château des Charmes was quite the sight, with immaculate flowerbeds everywhere and a large welcoming fountain by the entrance, like something out of an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel.
Erin and I weren’t big into the wine tasting, but we sampled something fruity and something bubbly (the best way I can describe it!) and both were delicious.
We weren’t big into the wine cellar tours either, preferring to explore the estate on our own. Here we are laughing because I accidentally set the self-timer on the camera to take 10 continuous photos instead of 1. It happens more than you’d think.
Next, we took to exploring the vineyards, and since no one was around, did some interpretive dance in between the grape vines. As it turned out, we weren’t actually allowed to go back there and disrupt the grapes…oops. (In our defense, we were just trying to wish them good luck on the harvest).
Despite getting kicked out of the vines, we sat around and enjoyed the sunshine for a bit longer, discussing our hypothetical plans to get married here someday among the roses and forbidden grapes.
We didn’t want to leave, but the day was young and we figured there were other gorgeous wineries to visit. By the end however, we realized that we had actually just lucked out and hit the jackpot on the first try. No other vineyard in all of Niagara on the Lake quite measured up to the splendor of Château des Charmes.
(NOTL adventures to be continued…)
Oh, summer. It feels like you’ve only just arrived, and in the blink of an eye, you’ve left us again. Personally, I have a very low tolerance for heat and humidity, so this past summer of mild (and sometimes downright chilly!) weather has been just fine with me. I keep thinking I should move to a place where it’s mild all year round, but then again, I could never give up my beloved Toronto so easily (except for my dream city…)
As the summer races towards its inevitable end (it is still summer, isn’t it?), I wanted to share with you my favourite summertime outfit, the cotton LWD. Oh little white dress, what is not to love here? It’s light and breathable; the perfect antidote to those unbearably muggy days when just the thought of getting dressed causes you to break out in sweat. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood in front of my closet, riffling through every item I own, only to end up reaching for the same reliable dress. My advice to you: if you ever find that perfect little white dress that resonates with you; that deep down, you know you could not live without, just buy it and don’t look back! It will serve you well time and time again, you’ll see.
The Taste of Little Italy adventures continued on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon – balmy without being hot, breezy without even the slightest hint of a cloud in the sky. I couldn’t have dreamt up a more perfect day for stuffing my face, part 2.
After picking Erin up from Union Station, we headed towards Harbourfront for a light lunch and some lighter banter. Gradually, we made our way towards the festival, taking in the delightful smells and rambunctious sounds of thousands of Torontonians gathered together for the sole appreciation and enjoyment of all things Italian.
A vibrant selection of fresh strawberries.
The cutest lemonade stand, made cuter only by Erin.
Ohmagad! So good to see you, girl!!
Our double dates for the afternoon looking just darling.
The anticipation is palpable – take the picture so we can devour our Churros!
Life doesn’t get much better than mini ice-cream cones for a dollar. Which begs the question – what is Andy doing holding a fork?!
Dinnertime rolled around and it seemed like the right thing to do to finally sit down for a proper meal (after walking four laps of the entire festival), even though we were still digesting the various goodies sampled throughout the afternoon. Luckily, I had learned from the cheeseless, tomato-sauceless fiasco from two nights ago. This time, I came prepared to try a highly-rated Italian restaurant, meticulously chosen after hours of cross-referencing online reviews (pasta is no joke). The restaurant, Marinella, definitely lived up to its reputation; I enjoyed every bite of their delicious handmade pasta!
Cynthia’s penne alla vodka with prosciutto, mushroom, and vodka-infused tomato cream sauce!
Erin’s margherita pizza.
Andy (fellow possessor of excellent taste) and I both ordered the fettuccine alfredo with mushrooms, diced tomatoes (and sautéed chicken for Andy!)
Later, standing in line for Dolce Gelato (a tradition), I caught an anxious Erin glancing at her watch and wondering whether to ditch the gelato in favour of catching the train on time. “Trust me,” I whispered, “Once you taste the pistachio gelato, you will understand – this is all worth it.”
And it was.
If you are wondering why my recent posts have been split into two parts, it is most likely because I don’t want to overload you, my dear reader, with too many photos at once. But in this particular case, it is actually because I attended the Taste of Little Italy on two separate days this year (once was just not enough…pasta)! The first night, Nicolas and I arrived promptly at 6 pm, which, in street-festival time, meant that we were too early. For lack of better things to do, we took to exploring the little side streets along College St., which were beautifully lined with a canopy of lush green trees, and were surprisingly quiet and quaint for being so close to a major road. Along the way, we came upon our first vendors of the night – two young children who had set up a homemade-lemonade stand on their front lawn! For a dollar a cup, we just couldn’t say no!Heading back to the festival, we were relieved to see that the traffic barricades had finally been set up, and the cafes and restaurants had poured out onto the sidewalks, beckoning us to their stalls of fresh gelato and delectable cannolis. One of the best parts of these street festivals, though, is finding the free samples! (Even if it is just Starbucks).The free Barilla pasta tent has been spotted! Better finish off that iced coffee…Pink and green balloons! Any guess where this might be? ;)
My favourite cow tray at my favourite mini ice-cream cone stand! I look for this little guy every year. There are dozens of musicians and performers at the Taste of Little Italy, but for me, there is only Antonella (the lady singing on the right). This year, she even brought her daughter, who was a fantastic addition to the family band! You can watch her performance (and me dancing awkwardly along) here.Sometime later, we found ourselves standing in line at Vivoli (because longer line-ups = better food, right?) and although we were seated relatively quickly, our food sure took its time making its way to us. Of course, being seated right next to the giant wood burning pizza oven meant watching it like a hawk for the next 45 minutes in the hopes that the next pizza to come out would be ours.Nicolas was all smiles and patience.
I was definitely eavesdropping on our neighbouring table.When our meals finally (FINALLY!) arrived, everything looked delicious, but one bite into the pizza and I realized that something was terribly wrong. Sure, it had all the makings of a delicious vegetarian pizza (red bell peppers, goat cheese, eggplant, zucchini) but it was in fact missing tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese! I was NOT pleased – a pizza without the most basic of ingredients? Is that even possible? (Perhaps it is, kindly excuse my ignorance if this is normal in authentic Italian pizza, and I’m simply too Canadian-ized) Admittedly, I am a sucker for gooey, stringy melted cheese, and what lay before me was more like…flatbread.Thankfully, Nicolas was a good sport and said he didn’t mind finishing the alien pizza, allowing me to devour his delicious shrimp linguine instead (minus the shrimp, obvs).Now I know, the next time I order pizza at an Italian restaurant, or whenever we get around to taking that trip to Italy, to make sure the words “pomodoro” and “mozzarella” are listed in the ingredients!
One hour and a quick outfit change later, the sun was starting to dip lower into the horizon, granting us that oh-so-exquisite light we had waited all day for. You can really see a difference in the photos taken after the magical lighting set in – everything is softer, yet more defined; dreamier and basking in that rosy glow that no amount of Photoshop or post-processing could fake. It is simply la vie en rose.
A wonderfully candid shot of Adrienne looking ever so ladylike, right after denying that she could pull off “graceful”.
Of course, no picnic is complete without dessert – in my case, a raspberry macaron galore, made fresh upon request. Adrienne’s choice of sweets was a scrumptious strawberry tart with almond shavings.
It would be unfair to the countless amazing photos Nicolas took that day to choose a favourite, but this one of Adrienne might just be it. But sometimes a girl has got to take a quick break from looking so fabulous.
Until next time ;D
This particular post has been a long time in the making, but I couldn’t be happier with the final product. My good friend Adrienne and I had been wanting to shoot a session together – something that would capture the playfulness and easy familiarity of our friendship. Luckily, she and I have the same aesthetic tastes, so it was a total dream to be able to collaborate with someone who shared my priorities. Being major girly-girls at heart, we wanted the tone of the photos to be soft, feminine and whimsical, with a retro print-ad feel to it. What better way to encapsulate all these qualities than with a Parisian-themed picnic in the park?
We soon discovered that finding the inspiration and location would be the least of our worries, given that the weather was not ready to cooperate. It seemed that every time Adrienne and I set a date, the forecast would call for rain and/or thunderstorm. Week after week, we had to postpone due to either conflicting work schedules or unfavourable weather conditions (during the summer, no less!) Finally, more than a month later, we hit the jackpot this past week with a perfect day of light, breezy temperatures and a lazy golden sunset to photograph against. I’m so glad we didn’t settle for anything less, and I’m proud to present the results of our afternoon of non-stop hugs and giggles and play.
(Kissing Adrienne’s boo-boo after an accidental injury)
To be continued…