As I walked over to cross Colborne Street, I walked straight into a movie set. The buildings had strange signs on them until I realized the coffee shop was now sporting 5-cent coffee signs and antique cars, polished and gleaming, were lined up in front, and a humongous crew with all their trucks and lights and paraphernalia all over the place.
I didn't linger -- too much standing around and waiting, which is the norm in the film business, and crossed over the the fleamarket. I saw some nifty things, but it was Jocelyn way in the back that had the best. She loves and rescues old things and sells them just the way they are. She gave me a fantastic deal on a wooden letterbox I fell in love with, and I also picked these up: