Line tamer.
And here we are, at the end of my trip already. Five days was too short. I must really take longer vacations. That Monday was Canadian Thanksgiving and American Columbus Day and my last day in Montreal. The city felt empty, especially when Michael took me up to the roof of his building so I Read More …
After that very romantic evening on Mount Royal, we spent Sunday morning lazing around and enjoying the view from Michael’s apartment and balcony, eventually going out for some Indian brunch at Le Taj and then hitting up the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. There was this huge John William Waterhouse exhibit going on with that Read More …
Saturday was slow going after being out so late, but we dragged ourselves out to meet up with Michael’s friend Vani who we convinced to accompany us on a long walk that eventually took us through the Old Port. But first, some sculpture. Here is a sculpture of a hand on Michael’s coffee table: Michael Read More …
Friday I woke to rain and the news that Obama had won the Nobel Peace Prize. Don’t get me wrong, I like Obama, and I understand why they gave it to him not for what he’s accomplished (other than not being Bush) but for what he wants to accomplish. Still, it struck me as a Read More …
I arrived at Penn Station early. My travel anxiety seems to grow ever more intense the older I get, which continues to baffle me. Once I’m in motion, I’m fine, but that irrational fear of missing a bus or a train or a plane throws my stomach into chaos. The one thing that seems to Read More …