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Travel Blogs from Montreal
... at a nice French café on Place Jacques Cartier and looked at loads of art. I walked down to the old port and sat there for a little eating some ice cream in the sun. I had an unfortunate chocolate ice cream spillage onto the ****** area of my shorts and needless to say people were giving me very odd looks for the rest of the day. I walked around a great covered market looking at the small local boutiques and art galleries (using my jacket ...
... the curse of the glass case and dimly lit areas meant they were hard to appreciate them properly - let along photograph. No photos came out.
Out the back of the main hall there are some railway buildings, some open storage with many, many wagons and diesels and a much bigger covered storage shed which housed many more locos, mountains, northerns, pacifics, a brighton terrier and the other remaining Selkirk. I went into one of the station buildings which had ...
... to the front of the plane, so we can
get off quicker.
As we carrying so many odds and sods, decide to take the
easy option to get to the ferry, and we drive down, and Murray leaves Dianne
with all the bags while he drives the car back home. We get the ferry to Circular Quay, then the
airport train ($2.50 seniors’ ticket, plus $9.60 gate fee each – much cheaper,
and quicker than a $60 taxi).
We’re too early ...
... and I wandered through a few nearby department stores hoping it would cease, but no such luck. I strolled back to my hostel in the rain, just enjoying the walk, and was happy to see two bags in my room waiting for me! That night I scored a free dinner courtesy of the hostel and enjoyed the cheap drinks for an hour or two while they had a live band play.
The next day (as has been the case after a rainy day) was sunny and warmer so I caught the metro ...
... parent, with a merrily-pooing infant in my arms until, with profuse thanks, the man rescues both her and me from this unexpected eventuality. "Au revoir," they cry and disappear. Out to the cabs we go, finally arriving at the Hilton at 11.30pm. We decide against food, opting for a nightcap at the bar and retiring to our rooms at half past midnight; just over 22 hours since I got out of bed. Too tired to unpack I hit the sack. Tomorrow is when the fun will ...