The second post in my Memories of Toronto’s Honest Ed’s series in honour of the last days of the bargain store’s life. You can read Memories of Honest Ed’s here.
Mirvish Village, is a collection of bars & shops in old Victorian houses along Markham Street. It is a neighbourhood that defined Toronto for me & seemed to be the perfect meeting places of artists, musicians, intellectuals & dreamers.
Now that I am looking back, I realize that Mirvish Village represented an idealized dream of the intellectual artists life that I always wanted to pursue, but was too sacred to. Instead I went the corporate route & now that I am ready to embark upon the path of a modern artists, the community of my youthful fantasies is about to be torn down.
There is irony in this somewhere. Or it is a sign. Regardless, I will feel the loss of Markham Street.