The Queen's Wharf Lighthouse (also known as the Fleet Street Lighthouse, after its current location) is located at Fleet Street just east of the Princes' Gates at the Exhibition Place Grounds in Toronto. The octagonal building was originally part of a pair of lighthouses built in 1861 at Queen's Wharf, replacing an earlier lighthouse originally built in 1838. The 11 metres (36 ft) three-storey wood structure is one of two major lighthouses in Toronto harbour (the other being Gibraltar Point Lighthouse).
This lighthouse along with a second, smaller lighthouse marked the entrance to the Toronto harbour from 1861, and became redundant when a new western channel to the harbour was opened and it was deactivated in 1912. The two lights were lined up to guide ships into Toronto Harbour, which had a narrow and shallow (14 feet (4.3 m) deep) channel over bedrock and shallow sandbars.
The other lighthouse was demolished but thanks to preservation efforts by the Toronto Harbour Commission, the remaining light house was relocated from Queen's Wharf to Fleet Street in 1929 and ownership transferred to the City of Toronto.
The building is a bare frame structure, and was never meant to be used as a dwelling by a lighthouse keeper. It currently sits at the edge of a small park about one block north from the current shoreline, and is contained within a small Toronto Transit Commission streetcar loop.
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