Pretty pretty pretty

Oh, people of Toronto, you're putting me into quite a state.

It's my first summer in the city, and I've been blown over by the aesthetic pleasures I've been privy to during my various comings and goings. There are good-looking people in this city! A lot of them! And they're so so pleasing to the eye!

As a rule, humanity just looks better in the summer. This isn't really surprising: we generally get brighter, tanner, fitter and (it bears mentioning) more exposed to the world when the weather warms up. But it seems particularly acute here in the densely-populated city. It's not just sartorial, either. I've noticed we tend to walk differently, navigating the streets with the blissed-out saunter of those who have survived too many months of slushy sidewalks. And we're projecting so many attractive things to look at while doing so: Smiles. And bare shoulders. And sandals. And freckles. And linen. And sunglasses, which are possibly the greatest and most universally flattering accessory in the history of time.

I think the city should consider changing its bazillion-dollar Toronto: Unlimited campaign to Toronto: Pretty Pretty City.