I’m a Toronto gal, born and raised, and I love my city. But more than the Toronto you find today – with its spiky glass towers scratching at the sky – I love the bones of the place it once was. The human sized buildings, closer to the ground and shaped out of brick, wood and stone, decorated with tile, columns and gargoyles and claimed by names etched deeply to fend off the ages. They’re becoming rarer than their bland, glass brethren but there are still many of these beauties to be discovered. Finding them and rooting out the names of the men, women and industries once housed within gives me the greatest thrill – and that joy of discovery is what I hope to share with you here.