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 could get some cityscape shots.
The mountain:
Far out in the distance there is the school where Michael teaches and commutes to each day:
This was pretty much the view a few floors down from Michael’s balcony, of the bridge, etc.:
That geodesic dome is in there somewhere. I’m going to find those penguins next time I visit!
So pretty with the leaves changing:
Downtown:
Tattered Quebec flag:
We met up with Vani again and walked down to the Village to see it during the daytime. On the way we passed this random protest parade:
We think maybe they were street people protesting. Definitely lots of bullhorn chatter about Capitalism and Democracy destroying our lives and planet (and protesting in English! Very risky). Speaking of street people, a story: as we were walking home the evening before, we passed a homeless man putting out his cardboard. A cell phone rang. We turned thinking the source was someone walking behind us, but no. The homeless guy pulls out a cell phone from his pocket and answers it.
Raven display:
This is Club Sandwich and there is evidently a train car inside. You can dine in the train car. Lots of post-club traffic heads here when the clubs close, especially during the warm months since there is so much terrace and outdoor seating:
We had a yummy lunch at Kilo (I had this delicious sandwich with chicken and avocado and mango and pineapple on dark bread):
We wandered the Village some more post-lunch and watched the gays slowly wake and venture out into the daylight (the Black & Blue Festival was going on that weekend). Browsed some clothing and we dragged Vani into some more risque shops where we checked out cute underwear and pondered outlandish sex toys and scary instruments we three weren’t quite able to fully figure out.
And before I knew it, it was 5 o’clock and time for me to catch the shuttle to the airport. It was a difficult good-bye for many reasons, but I won’t end on a heavy note. Instead I leave you with this image of the good shadow of things to come:
