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.
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Something about this shot of Sparrow brings a Proustian memory of my grandfather's chair in their kitchen on Silvermine Road, and suddenly I miss Connecticut (and them). Very much. Montreal sounds like a marvel. Tell us more, please, sir.
I didn't realize you were from the colonies! Much more to come, fingers crossed the pictures develop nicely!
crossed they are here too
You mean spooning with a giant on a cold cold night was not tour enough? What about passing out from a hot bath in a hotel room? I am tired let's go to bed.
ahahaaha! marlen, you and i need to redo that trip from the underworld!
ps...that anonymous was NOT from me.
somebody is spying.....
I believe the only other one is littlewing...i just can't imagine bjorn being a hibernianhomme reader!
i was at sparrow this morning. i go almost every weekend for brunch!
You lucky fish! If i lived in Montreal (which I wish I did) I'd try to go there as much as possible!
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