|Poem at Ottawa's railway station|
My husband being in Vienna, I took myself off to Montreal this morning, just to wander about in the streets and shops and enjoy myself. I didn't go on the metro but once out of the Gare Centrale I walked everywhere, without needing a map. I had lunch in the Vieux Montreal crêperie (Café Muru Crêpe) that I remembered from a few years back, and my "Crêpe d'Accord"there with a café au lait came up to expectations in all respects.
Then I lingered in the Marché Bonsecours with its attractive boutiques, walked through the Vieux Port and Chinatown, then past the Place des Arts and so back to the city centre in the vicinity of McGill University, shopping (or "just looking," mostly) in a perfunctory sort of way. I'm not the world's most avid shopper and my feet and legs got too weary for me to consider visiting a museum as well; anyhow I was quite happy without that, today. The weather had cleared up by lunchtime.
|Shades of Paris in the "Square Victoria"|
|View down rue Bonsecours (after lunch)|
|Place des Arts, Montreal|
|The former concourse of Windsor Station|
The train ride home took me towards the sunset all the way that I could appreciate from my window seat.
|Speeding home across the Ottawa River, west of Montreal|