A Weekend in Montreal

It was a bit hare-brained. I'd promised Jon, my friend, about five years ago that I'd come visit him sometime in Montreal. The years and summers passed, and I'd always find myself short of cash. Enter this year: a nice fat tax rebate check from the government as well as Jon's last year in the land of the Quebecois (sp?). My utter lack of French not cowing me, I decided it was do or die.

Thus, I blitzed through Montreal in a weekend. And to be honest, I wish we had at least two weeks. We walked. Walked. Walked some more. And ate all the Montreal specialties. That was the highlight of the trip, eating the 85% meat (montreal smoked, of course) sandwich, as seen below. Honest to goodness poutine, and of course, the bagel.

More meat than sandwich


The heartstopper poutine

The heart stopping.

The city truly reminded me of Berlin, in its grey 18th century architecture. The house are radically different than in the west, in which subdivisions mar the landscape. And everybody drives like they think they're in the indy 500. Coincedentally, the indy 500 was in town for the week.

Check out the outside staircases. Too cool.

The habitat built as part of the '67 World Fair

McGill Uni Buildings. I wish UoC actually had cool buildings like these.

That quote is by the toast guy. The one who poked around in brains and made people smell toast. That dude.

Better view of McGill buildings.

Wicked view of Montreal from Mont Royal.

St. Jo's Oratory

All in all, it was too damn quick for me to take it all in without a sense of hazy unreality. That and my quad's still hurt from the walking. Jon's moving to Calgary, so I can get him back from the torture he put me through. Haha.

Peace