That’s me on Queen Street in the featured image. I live off King near Queen’s end.
The “e” at the top of end in Queen’s end is not capitalized. There is no legal designation to the name. Queen’s end is a two-word term that describes exactly what it is, the end of Queen Street.
Living at Queen’s end always makes me think I’m living in a card game, on a game board or in a fantasy realm. After all, it is also where King’s corner, Queensway’s crossing and the realm of Roncesvalles advance west and north.
Having spoken of my romantic lien on the corner, reality proves an odd enhancement today, as I look out a window. The corner is a grayed urban wasteland, and the muddy tones are emphasized in the reflecting lake. Wait until you see how it changes from different views, as seasons go by.
What’s the point?
I love it here. I want to tell everyone to come check out this off-beat five corners. You should have dinner out here at one of the five restaurants on my block, the Pavilion restaurant down on the beach (dining at the shore, it’s to die for), or one of the many restaurants on Roncesvalles. We even have a cupcake bakery one block over.
Whether it’s reading a book down on the lake shore, a view on local politics, restaurants, the half dozen hair salons, career opportunities (I live near a Clown College), the corner store, music or video games, emotional outlook or creative in-look, my global position here at Queen’s end is hot.
