In November, quite some years ago now, my then ten year old daughter saw snow for the first time. I see her still: her delight and wonderment, the brightness of her eyes. I see her dancing, her extended hands catching the light flurries which flew through the air and dusted the ground to settle upon the beautiful city where we had stopped en route to a further destination. That city was Montreal. It’s lost none of its magic. When I see Montreal now, and although it’s the summer of 2010, instantly my mind flies back to that day.
Mind you, this was after my daughter had already sicked up the Freddo Frogs she insisted on eating on the plane, rather than her real dinner. Sick, all over her red turtleneck, and sick all over the faded blue jeans with the monogrammed roses on the knees. Sick everywhere, which I and the very patient and professional Air Canada staff somehow mopped up without gagging as well. Nonetheless, by Montreal my daughter was ready to party, and party she did amongst the snow. I just had to join her. Who cares what anyone thought?
In Montreal, something’s always happening. I decided to stay two night here so I could have a good walk through the old city, as recommended by people along the way. Found my way into the place okay, but there were lot of streets closed due to construction, so it was in a very roundabout fashion that I finally got to the Holiday Inn. I’d originally been aiming for the Best Western, but after many detours and map-checking, I rode along for a while and spotted the Holiday Inn on the horizon, so stopped.
Yesterday I walked down to the old city of Montreal. Very interesting place, very vibrant, and beautiful, of course. Here is what I saw:
The above was on the way to the old city, just thought it looked interesting.
Lots was happening in this mall:
More of the old city streets:
The food sounds yummy:
Naturally, no place in the world would be complete without:
Luckily, they also had a Tim’s:
Some nice sculptures around too:
Kids having fun in the fountain. It was a hot day!
This bloke was at the end of the mall with his lizard. He reckoned it was a monitor lizard and was 25 years old. I reckoned it looked like a goanna. It didn’t seem to mind me photographing it, and the man was happy to chat after I’d put a couple of bucks in the hat.
The below photo shows a sign for poutine. This is a very rich dish which has been described as a culinary heart attack. It consistes of chips, gravy and cheese curds, I think, and is delicious.
And finally, some Police bikes!
That’s all for now folks. It’s approaching check-out time from this hotel so I had better go before they politely ask me if I’m intending to stay another night! I’m intending to do some camping for a few days. More later.