terminal bliss
Toronto's new terminal building is gorgeous. Architecturally stunning, state-of-the-art, and otherworldly, it's a place you have to visit, just to see how it's built. You walk across pale green glass bridges and clear tiles and through expansive, open areas and down sun-drenched hallways. The roof seems impossibly high, curved, arched, touching blue skies above. It's space-age yet airy, with sunlight pouring in from floor-to-ceiling panes of glass. Brilliant graphics line the walls; tinted mobiles gently dangle from above. A massive, breathtaking aquarium filled with hundreds of softly shimmering, floating cubes, pushed along by currents of water, is mesmerising. It's sophisticated, sleek, minimalist - but never clinical. I only saw the departures level. I can't wait to see the arrivals level. If only Air Canada could have sorted its operations, I would have felt a lot more relaxed in a terminal meant to feel relaxing, instead of frantically trying to get from an entrance, through security, to a shuttle, and finding a gate, after queuing for kilometres and nearly missing my flight.Things to remember next time:
1) Arrive seven hours early
2) Have the camera ready
I love night flights and seeing cities laid out against a velvety dark backdrop, lights gently shimmering and flickering in the distance like tiny diamonds. London is unseasonably warm for this time of year - 21C, even at night. This spells bad news in terms of revision. My room is comforting. It smells sweet and soft - powdery. Windows open, a warm, gentle breeze on my face - a sensation that has been missed during the long, dreary winter. I'm listening to the cars rushing by outside on Euston Road. The people across the alleyway have gone to sleep. Their windows are dark. It feels as if I never left.
L'Esthete @ 00:42
