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Back from Montreal

Back from Montreal

Back from Montreal. It’s been kind of a nutty travel day with swirling snow in the morning and lovely 55 degree weather back in Brooklyn this afternoon.

The trip was not exactly what I’d wanted — I guess traveling to a city in cold weather with an 11-year-old in tow means finding compromises on both sides.  For my part, I never did make it to the Montreal’s Underdog Boxing Gym or to the Beaux Arts Museum to see the Chinese Warriors.  On the other hand I did walk 1/2 the city (cold weather or not we were going!) found a terrific vegetarian restaurant on Rue Saint-Denis, got to impress my daughter with my remembered college French, convinced the young one to have a spa afternoon complete with massages and facials,  and saw a terrific dance performance entitled “Audible” by a group called the 605 Collective mixing elements of hip-hop, parkour, capoeira and classical dance.

Luckily, I’ve still got until Monday before I have to go back to work so it’ll be three lovely days of gym time starting tomorrow morning.  I really can’t wait.

On the road (and I don’t mean roadwork)

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!