Garden of Allan

After three years of curiousity, I finally checked out the domed greenhouse in the middle of a nearby park. I found the abundance of tropical flora and fauna strange in an area known to become sketchy as the sun sets. At night, park benches serve as beds and the shadows hide the exchange of money, needles, drugs and drinks. In the daylight, danger retreats. Crude messages in the condensation remain on the greenhouse windows but within, a picturesque and quite setting sits in the middle of busy downtown Toronto.