Jean said this week “If a thing happens twice, it is possible it can happen a third time.” Well, we just had our third national parade of the month – albeit impromptu this time and any holiday tomorrow will be sick-leave. There is clearly a large Portuguese community in Montreal and they were all out celebrating some soccer victory this evening. I don’t know.
Anyway, I went for a walk to investigate the horn blasts I could hear, maybe get a coffee, and 9,000 steps later I’m home with a headache. Up close the horns were more constant than a Mumbai traffic jam. Crazy, good-natured fun. The line of cars jammed along Saint-Urbain must have been more than 2km long at one stage. All along people were out on their balconies waving. Hundreds of people were walking like me along the side of the street, in the bike lanes, dodging through the cars. Everyone was happy, laughing. Just crazy. Bet I’m not the only one with a headache tonight though, and mine’s just from the noise. But why would you stay home on a warm night when there’s a spicy Portuguese party in the streets?
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