Au revoir Montreal

Soundtrack: Jean Michel Jarre, Fifth Rendez-Vous

Well it was cold the weekend I arrived, it’s been hot and incredibly steamy, now the days are shortening (no not butter) and there’s a chill in the air, although it’s still steamy ugh. Just this morning a loud roofing contractor has started assembling scaffolding over the road. Last weekend was labour day, the last long weekend of summer for locals and so it’s all signs that it’s time for me to move on. Over the last week I’ve been visiting some of my favourite spots to say farewell. So these are not a reprise of old photos, they’re new to you, spots that will stay fondly in my memory of Montreal.

Jean Talon – look at those brassicas! The lady assured me that all those cauliflower colours are natural. Just amazing.

There will never be berries the same… a person could almost cope with 6 months of winter here just for 4 months of berries.

Thank goodness I didn’t go into the Gin Pub till the end of my trip!

The Italian church and laundry! I watched the start of Quantico this week, loved it – and my church (photoshopped) is the mosque in the fourth episode! Love it Montreal.

I have spent hours climbing in and out of Metro stations and riding the trains, even got to ride the new trains. And I think I worked out which station features in the ending of Jesus of Montreal.

And of course the warehouse and its alien water-tower have watched it all.

Montreal I resisted you for quite a while, but you’ve persisted and made yourself a place in my heart… jusqu’à la prochaine fois…

But tomorrow may snow so,
I’ll follow the sun

Author: Wendy's Out of Station

I write as a way of processing and reflecting on experience, and as a way of sharing that experience. When I travel I used to write email journals back to friends, family, anyone who’d read and risk immersing themselves in my reality for a while: writing for them was a way of writing for me. Borrowing from Graham Greene in a flip of Travels with my Aunt, I imagined writing letters to my nieces, as their travelling aunt. Crafting the sentences became a way of extruding the experience, giving it birth, drawing its meaning from my soul, nurturing it into something tangible with a life of its own. The aim of my blog is to open the world to my thought-children, to let them out of the safety of my friends and family and let them experience the world. And in the process I get the honour of taking a larger group with me when I’m wandering around India and beyond, or just reflecting on parallel truths, thinking thoughts that take me to new places new beginnings. Please journey with me View all posts by Wendy's Out of Station