My flight from Australia to New York was so very easy. As always, Carol had lost her bags when she arrived into New York via Boston. She desperately needs to get rid of that case. I think I should start a Go Fund me page for a new one.
We had the quickest stone bowl in the little Korean café next to the hotel and then climbed in to bed before our train expedition. Oh I do love a good train, and the trip from New York City to Montreal was lovely. The Fall is a bit delayed (who says there is no climate change) so the trees are not completely yellow, orange and red but as we traveled along the Hudson Valley on the Adirondack the scenery was beautiful.
We had a massive day running around Montreal. Managed to fit in a lovely breakfast at my favourite Olive and Gormando and walked in to a film set in lovely Old Montreal. We climbed Mont Royal and didn’t realise at the time that we were in training for Quebec City.
I always have a moment of where am I, who am I in Montreal. You arrive in LA before you leave, Thursday lasts for ever, and then you feel like you have been somehow teleported to Europe. About 60% of the population of Montreal are bilingual and as soon as you arrive the French accents start and you quickly realise you are in the largest French city outside Paris.
Montreal to me is OK but is not somewhere that really grabs me – maybe (highly likely) that I am just odd as I have heard people say how fantastic it is. I can’t quite explain but it doesn’t seem like a warm city to me – and I don’t mean the temperature.
Sleeping under the stars 