La vie en rose

We spent Easter Sunday in old Montreal, a foretaste of Paris where we'll be together with George and Sha, the weekend after next. On a bright and breezy morning we flew PTN to St. Hubert on the southern edge of the city, parking at the Esso FBO, then took a taxi to the "Université de Sherbrooke" campus where the Longueuil Metro Station is to be found. From there it's a two station hop on the yellow line to Berri-UQAM, walking distance from the Vieux Port.

Although many places were shut, it was still not too late for lunch at a stylish place called the Crêpe Café which, for future reference, is at the corner of Notre Dame and Bonsecours. Inside it felt like being on the set of the film Amélie, even to the extent of the waiter and waitress, a charming, very French couple, being as interested in one another as in their customers, if not more so. The waiter also kept popping outside to check the condition of his bright red motor bike parked against the kerb. Accordion music (La Vie en Rose) was softly playing in the background as we took our table by the window to watch the passers by, and the crêpes, without question, lived up to our expectations.

It being a public holiday, most of the city streets were deserted, but once we came to the waterfront and the Place Jacques-Cartier we realised where all the people had got to.

Home again above the city and across Pierre-Eliot-Trudeau Airport whence I'll take off for Paris and Barcelona ... next Sunday! Chris—whose latest blogpost is less escapist than mine!—will fly over to join George, Sha and me in Paris five days after that.