From inside the billiard halls and espresso bars, the little bow-legged Italian men came pouring out, smacking their hands against their stubbled cheeks in astonishment. No doubt, some of these fellows had never even heard of Ontario's new bare-all titty law.

But the lady just swished along, purse bouncing off her hip, ostensibly oblivious to eyes popping out of men's heads.

Behavioral experts notwithstanding, I will never get used to this, nor see the equality point. A breast is not an elbow. It is a sexual appendage. On a beach, bare breasts are vaguely acceptable. But in Little Italy, between the hanging prosciutto and the sweaty mozzarella, only the most exhibitionistic of bimbo-boobs would want to flash their hooters.