Today was the epitome of an unstructured day. We ignored our general plans to go to church in favour of sleeping. Our mission to find old Montreal was hindered by first our need for sweaters(cooler than we thought!), then by our need to buy a camera lens cap, then by our need for food, and always by our, mostly Michelle's, need to stop and take pictures. All day Michelle was happy discovering the brick and worn-down buildings of the newer areas, but I was eager to find the old. Nevertheless we did reach it, and it was lovely. Old and stone and full of charming small details. And we found the river, which was also lovely and a was hub of people out enjoying the sun. It certainly is reminiscent of the UK, probably due to the width and layout of the streets more than anything else, and it makes me miss that place (Am I inclined to long for every lovely place I ever visited?). There are sculptures as well, in the classic style. Why don't we have more of those in Calgary?
One of the surprises of Montreal is that it's windy here. I don't know if it's always windy, or if it's been especially windy, but to me wind is not expected, something reserved for Lethbridge, and quite a bother. Another surprise is the amount of space for rent - they seem to be everywhere, even in busy areas. There is also much more graffitti here.
Sometimes there are people who only speak french, and then I am very sorry that I speak and understand so very, very little of it. I don't even know the pronunciations.
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