Montreal is an exceptionally pretty city, one that lends itself quite well to meandering from street to street, without a clear sense of direction. It is not unlike New York in this respect. So for our last day, we opted to simply wander around and see what we could see.
There are many parks.
This is actually in Mont Royal, where we went with Alison the previous day. Fish live here.
And we discovered a secret path . . .
. . . which unfortunately did not lead to Narnia. (But neither was it filled with spiderwebs, so I’ll call it even.)
Saturday took us to more public parks, like Parc la Fontaine:
A park which enforces a most un-Canadian rule.
The houses surrounding the parks are beautiful. This is just off Saint Denis. (I think.)
A number of houses reminded us of Brooklyn brownstones, with a few differences — instead of stoops, there are beautiful, sometimes spirally ironwork staircases; and many houses have small and charming terraces on the second floor.
It was a beautiful day.
We capped our last day in Montreal with an excursion to a fancy sushi restaurant with Lee Ann and her family. I say fancy because we were seated in a private room with a sliding door. Well, semi-private. We shared the room with a bachelorette party — strange, but they weren’t too WOOOOOOOO! I don’t have pictures of the sushi, but it was delicious.
I’m already looking forward to going back.
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