Okay, these are not short snouted, half blind fuzzy bodied moles. These are downtown Toronto condo hotel and apartment dwellers whose buildings link to the PATH, a 26 km underground shopping maze that has everything but an airport. Toronto maybe one of the world’s great cities but from November till March, the rain, snow, sleet, ice, wind combination means preparation for outdoor visits is a comedy act of hats and mittens and parkas or rain coats and boots or overshoes with scarves and balaclava face covers. Countryside winter has some fun to it. Downtown city winter is where moles are king.
Non-Mole pedestrians are covered in layers of dripping cloth or leather and make quiet sneezy noises as they lumber by.
Mind you at lunch time they come down the 50 story shaft from their office bird perches to fluff their skinny pants and high fashioned finger nails at the much more casually dressed resident Moles.
In the evenings, the Moles own the Path. The 50 story office dwellers reluctantly return to the remote suburbs where they sleep and the peace of open and well lit walkways once again is the exclusive home of the Moles.
But once learned, the underground Mole shafts make winter possible even enjoyable in what is otherwise a most fabulous city.