Rob and I started lessons with Shawn et al. on Monday, and almost to a man (nay, person – it was half and half, I’d say) the instructees had gone to these fabulous workshops that he holds in Casa Loma, which is, yes, a crazy 1911-1914 castle (three years of ongoing construction halted by WWI) and classic Toronto landmark. If classic things elicit a yawn from you, Casa Loma’s also featured in Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. It has been my experience that when you say, “There are archery classes at Casa Loma.”, people say “Oh my gawd, sign me up.” Hence these classes are generally filled extremely quickly. The lessons aren’t just in the main part of the castle, though. You must follow subterranean tunnels and emerge in the opulent stables, and then you can alternately shiver or sweat your way through some incredibly fun lessons depending on the season, and maybe Shawn will even be dressed as Robin Hood. So, that’s an amazing venue. Big excellent merit badge on that one.
The weekly classes we’re taking are in a more quotidian, less glamourous setting, yet I say, the kind that we should rediscover and revel at. The church basement, ladies and gents. It’s a cavernous one, too. Big, with massive metal doors and railings on weird raised areas and basketball hoops and many doors leading off to mysterious places and with glossy wood shutters on the little coffee-serving window. Did I say coffee serving window? And did that shoot you back in a time machine to church bazaars with your gramma? Then we have something in common.
Monday nights are going to be my new favourite. I can tell.