A beautiful Saturday in Toronto. I wandered down to Fort York, the setting for this year’s World Fiddle Day. It’s been many years since I’ve been to the fort,sure noticed the city encroaching from all sides. Hard to believe the waves of Lake Ontario used to come up right to these old brick walls.
And come they did. The music spanned the globe and represented fiddle music from all over the world.
After a morning of performances by various bands the fiddle players gathered en masse and played tunes from Acadian to Quebecois, to Scotland. There had to be at least 60 or so fiddles playing in a celebration worthy of some serious toe-tapping.