After driving through the gorgeous blood red mountains of Vermont, all foggy and gothic from the storm, then through the weird praire land of Southern Quebec, we arrived in Montreal, the city that proves every bad impression needs a second chance. The first time I went, we were fully reliant on a guide who had obviously spent about 4 hours in the city. This time, I did my research (with the help of Lake Jane's city guide on Design*Sponge) and were able to explore some amazing neighborhoods. Now I honestly want to see if I can get my grandmother's Canadian citizenship back!
Some of the highlight's were the Marché Jean-Talon, waking up to the bells of Notre Dame right next to our hotel, the cobblestones of Vieux Montréal, and eating the best since Paris! My photos will follow as soon as I develop them (film...sorry!). The photo above is an interior shot of Sparrow, an Art Deco leaning, English pub that stole my heart. Thanks to pretextes for photo.