Mon Anniversaire
It was my birthday this week. My lovely wife made me waffles in bed (she made the waffles in the kitchen but served them to me in bed). This was a lovely gesture and made up for being woken at 7am by the DIY lovers in the flat above (I mean that they love doing home renovation, not that they please themselves sexually on their own. Though they do that too)
After my wafflingly versatile breakfast Sarah and I set off to Montreal for the weekend. I must be getting old because my mind finds it hard to fathom people speaking in a different language when I haven’t been on a plane, ferry or use my passport; we’re still, officially at least, in the same country!
It was raining when we left Ottawa for Mica’s (our car, keep up!) first long distance trip. It was raining even harder when we got to Montreal. This is Canada’s second largest city (second to Toronto) and is the second largest French speaking city in the world. Being such a large city it is easy to get out of the rain as they have an underground train network and a large section of downtown is joined with underground walkways or covered bridges between shopping malls. We had lunch in one mall and decided we should go above ground and see the city. We left the mall, crossed the road and went into a coffee shop for a hot chocolate!
After the hot chocolate we braved the rain and walked along St Catherine’s Street, Montreal’s main shopping street. The French influence was everywhere, but once we’d wiped that off our shoes we noticed the bright lights of all the strip clubs next to clothes shops.
A big change for us, instead of going for coffee, we found a pub and had a pint each. It was still raining when we left the pub so we looked for a nice restaurant. We chose Rosalie just off St Catherine’s Street. We wouldn’t normally review an out of Ottawa restaurant but this was superb. Wonderful food, great service and nice ambience. On the way back to our suite (we got an upgrade) I took photos of St Catherine’s Street shops lit up (see album). Honestly, I was focussing on the shops.
After my wafflingly versatile breakfast Sarah and I set off to Montreal for the weekend. I must be getting old because my mind finds it hard to fathom people speaking in a different language when I haven’t been on a plane, ferry or use my passport; we’re still, officially at least, in the same country!
It was raining when we left Ottawa for Mica’s (our car, keep up!) first long distance trip. It was raining even harder when we got to Montreal. This is Canada’s second largest city (second to Toronto) and is the second largest French speaking city in the world. Being such a large city it is easy to get out of the rain as they have an underground train network and a large section of downtown is joined with underground walkways or covered bridges between shopping malls. We had lunch in one mall and decided we should go above ground and see the city. We left the mall, crossed the road and went into a coffee shop for a hot chocolate!
After the hot chocolate we braved the rain and walked along St Catherine’s Street, Montreal’s main shopping street. The French influence was everywhere, but once we’d wiped that off our shoes we noticed the bright lights of all the strip clubs next to clothes shops.
A big change for us, instead of going for coffee, we found a pub and had a pint each. It was still raining when we left the pub so we looked for a nice restaurant. We chose Rosalie just off St Catherine’s Street. We wouldn’t normally review an out of Ottawa restaurant but this was superb. Wonderful food, great service and nice ambience. On the way back to our suite (we got an upgrade) I took photos of St Catherine’s Street shops lit up (see album). Honestly, I was focussing on the shops.
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