The problem with writing about Toronto is deciding which Toronto you're going to write about.
Is it the Army-Surplus-Store, hipster mishmash in Kensington Market, where an abandoned car was long ago appropriated as a streetside planter?
Or the Distillery District, where a renovated whiskey factory complex has become the hottest condo-and-shopping development in town?
Is it Old Toronto? The historic port on Lake Ontario thrives at St. Lawrence Market, the 9-acre enclosed food pavilion where the top seller for decades has been a back-bacon sandwich -- slabs of brine-cured pork loin, slathered with Saskatchewan mustard.
How about Chinese Toronto? The city has six Chinatowns and several daily Chinese language newspapers. Is it Greek Toronto? Italian Toronto? Portuguese Toronto? They're all here.
"In America, we say we're a melting pot," said an American friend who lives in the city. "Canada describes itself as a mosaic. That's what Toronto's all about."
For a few days I was privileged to travel between Torontos, and sometimes they were right across the street from each other. While I loved the variety, I also marveled at how well the city worked as a whole. The city's core is pedestrian-friendly, safe and, in the truest sense, multicultural. At bars, in restaurants and on the streets, mixed couples and blended groups of friends -- black, white, Chinese, Indian -- appeared in numbers that I have not seen in U.S. cities.
"We definitely have our problems," said Bruce Bell, a Toronto historian and author, "but we don't have the kind of racial divides you do in the States. For the most part, we get along."