A Few Scenes from Montréal
I didn’t travel as much or as far as I would have liked this year, a state of affairs perhaps perfectly encapsulated by my final trip of 2012: a few days in Canada, just a few hundred miles north of home.
It was my first time in Montréal though it felt comfortably familiar, like a second or third European city. I got the chance to hop on frozen toes through the snow; curl up snug in my hotel room overlooking the Cathédrale Marie-Reine-du-Monde; practice my terrible French, and overcome my irrational fear of ice skating (which stems from a childhood urban legend that told of severed fingers and blood on the ice.)
Though only a short break and a short hop, I was utterly charmed by Montréal.