I live in Little India. There's a lot of bright colour and delicious smells and fantastic wares in shop windows. We feel the Hindu and Muslim festivals deeply in our neighbourhood. Eid and Diwali are big flippin' deals.
This weekend is Eid ul-Adha, which, amongst other things, marks the end of the Hajj. It's not the huge party that we saw earlier in the fall for Eid al-Fitr (that night, I had a great vantage point as I was trapped on a streetcar which was slowed by a sea a swiriling sarees and mehndi vendors), but there are some signs up in the windows of shops bearing greetings.
I was walking home from the Lunacy Cabaret tonight and there were hardly any people in the streets. It's cold tonight - it's time for me to change to my winter coat. As I passed by the Ashdale Library, I met a large family coming the other way. A little boy of about 4 had run ahead of the pack, followed closely by another boy, maybe about 6. There was a garbage truck at the curb with a garbage collector at its back bumper. The little boy stopped, looked at the collector, crouched down a little, balled his fists behind him, locked his elbows, and yelled, "Eid Mubarak!" The collector, who looked to be of Chinese decent, smiled back at the kid and carried on in his duties.
Ah, Toronto nights.