Larry and I returned a few weeks ago from visiting our daughter in Montreal. It took 2 days of driving to get there and to deliver her cat Lucky. And he certainly is. This cat is more travelled than most people and has flown across Canada and driven to California and been everywhere an animator can work, except for Europe where he would have needed a long quarantine. Lucky said “no way” and has lived with us while Emily worked in London, Spain and Germany.
I haven’t been out of the province for 3 years so going to a real city was a treat. And I’m sorry Halifax, but you don’t count. In my books a city that holds fewer than a million is still emerging.
I hadn’t been to Montreal since Expo ’67 so my memory was hazy. But I did remember the unusual house feature that is found nowhere else in Canada. There are exterior house stairs that give second and third floor apartments private entrances. And most of those stairs have treads with bolted down rubber mats to counteract slippery snow, rain and ice. What a great idea!
We were delighted to land at our daughter’s place in the Plateau neighbourhood which looked very cute, just like this painting:
It was beyond wonderful for us to spend time with Emily and her boyfriend Jerome who is also in the movie biz. It is a parent’s dream to see your child in a loving relationship with a kind and thoughtful partner and they are a great couple. We all took turns cooking and one evening Jerome braised leeks to go with a delicious mushroom vegetarian dish and finished it off with a baked chocolate dish with real whipped cream. Actually, everything had real whipped cream. He is after all from Lyon (France) which is the gastronomical capital of the world.
When we weren’t eating, we walked the neighbourhood to get a feel for the city. We perused the shops on St. Denis and St. Laurent.
We rode the subway and admired the art within.
We were serenaded at a restaurant.
“The kids” had to work (somebody has to) so Larry and I explored and spent time at the Art Gallery in Montreal where I learned several facts about the Montreal art scene that I hadn’t known before. So much so, that it will be a separate blog piece. It was super inspiring.
The week flew by and there was still so much more to see so we’ve resolved to return in the spring.
All good things must end and we made the 2 day trip home, arriving late and with visions of our next visit.
The following morning we went for a walk around the village and appreciated the quiet of rural life while feeling invigorated by the artistic buzz of Montreal.
And here we are. Home Sweet Home.