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... and get sassed in French AND English by someone who wanted money. One of the poutine shops in the entertainment districts has a BOUNCER to keep the drunks out at closing time. Serious business. Right, ice cream in Quartier des Spectacles, 1sq km jammed with performance venues. Knackered, will take lying on the embankment and some photos of lit up buildings for now. Home to ungrateful cats.
Friday. Big Osheaga (means 'shaking hands' which the Iriquois thought ...
... do know some empathetic friends. Please take a moment to self-indentify when we next meet. So Thanks Hal, and to the good dentists of Montreal, who worked quickly and for half of what Toronto dentists charge and who forsook their own cocktail hour to take care of a Grand Prix tourist. They are truly fine people. God bless them both.
Today, at the Friday practice sessions I was able to drink several cold Molson Drys, without ...
... br> provided enough clarity for our earlier than expected arrival. We had also anticipated bi-lingual signs and
directions, however, there was no English at all. We were back onto metric, but that’s about
the end the familiarity for us.
If you haven’t already, now is the time to pour the tea or vino and run the bath.
We followed ‘Nancy’ (our GPS) into downtown
Montreal and pulled over to find a café with wifi ...
... oppressive rule with creativity, innovation and spirit. Finland is beautiful, both weird and familiar to a Canadian, with lots of vowels, strange food, amazing coastlines, deadpan self-depreciating humour, and above-and-beyond warmth.
Thanks to all for reading and following along with this blog, for your comments and kind words. One thing that's certain is that it won't be too long until the next adventure. Meanwhile, real life awaits.
... about to pile them into someone's car boot! I quickly said "no! no! that's not my car!" To which he replied "is someone accompanying you?" And I had to convince him it was just me and the children on our way to the station. He thought I was crazy which made me even more nervous about our downhill exhibition. Slowly, slowly we went. Samuel was pushing/holding back the stroller and I was lugging the bags. It was working well until Samuel wasn't confident with the ...