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... and Emily one last time in Old Montreal and we had a lovely Indian meal at the Taj Mahal restaurant –they had an awesome $25 deal for 1 appetizer, 1 main curry, rice or nan, veggie curry and dessert and coffee. On our way back to the train station we stopped at this incredible Bali home wares and jewellery shop. I loved everything in there but was very god and didn’t spend anything. I took a few photos though.
Meanwhile back at the apartment Zach is so ...
... to book with a local operator that runs small group trips and gets good reviews from indie travellers, so I'm hoping for the best.
One day, the media powers-that-be will decide to give me my own travel show and pay me millions of dollars to traipse around the world getting rich and famous. But until then, you're stuck reading this blog to get updates. As usual, I'll be sharing stories and photos from the road, and I invite you to follow along with me.
... is done. You will actually be able to see where the electric wiring goes through the walls.
The halls are also made of a mold then , trucks will slowly pull the bold out the moulds once the ice is hard and solid
Each room is sculpted by a different artist.
Each artist has his or her own room to sculpt and create on the premises.
The artists are almost all ice sculptors who are also hired by the other Montreal ...
To me, even more than a journal, there's nothing like a revisiting city to put one's life in sharp relief. Every past experience there is weighed against the others. Here I have stayed in hotels downtown and hostels. I have walked the Old Port and eaten at restaurants, journaling endlessly. I have philosophized at bars. Now K. and I are seeing museums, analyzing cultural and linguistic traits, thinking about ...
... us to the Museum of Montreal, only to find it’s closed on a Monday; typical. After heading back to the station, this time ending up at Victoria Square, we perused a few shops beneath before getting on the wrong side of the tracks until Mum noticed we were going the wrong way, luckily we didn’t have to jump off the train like in Toronto.
After a refreshing snooze, supplemented by those ever-useful earplugs, we watched the ...