On the road (and I don’t mean roadwork)
Yep, I’ve hung up the old “gone fishing'” sign and found my way up to Montreal, Canada with my daughter for our spring break. We had a terrific flight up this morning — and aside from some wishful thinking on the weather, enjoyed a couple of fabulous long walks through town plus some reasonable eats.
And who knew that one city could have the same name pronounced two different ways: Montreal and Mon-re-al.
We are staying in the old part of the city called “Vieux Montreal” — along the old Port on the St. Lawrence seaway. It is quite beautiful and while it certainly has the feel of a big city, the architecture is decidedly European in the older neighborhoods.
Having not been away for some time — especially with the young one in tow, it’s been quite a treat to experience something outside of our usual routine. Tomorrow, I hope to find out where the locals box to see if we can pay a visit.
Until tomorrow then — bon nuit!