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By Mark Osbaldeston

Unbuilt Toronto explores never-realized construction initiatives in and round Toronto, from the city's founding to the twenty-first century. Delving into unfulfilled and principally forgotten visions for grand public constructions, landmark skyscrapers, highways, subways, and humanities and sport venues, it outlines such bold schemes as St. Alban's Cathedral, the Queen subway line and early urban plans that may have ended in a Paris-by-the-Lake.

Readers could lament the lack of a few tasks (such because the Eaton's collage road tower), be glad about the disappearance of others (a street throughout the Annex), and wonder on the downtown which could were (with underground roads and walkways within the sky).

Featuring 147 photos and illustrations, many by no means ahead of released, Unbuilt Toronto casts a distinct gentle on a urban you concept you knew.

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