The Little Matter of Montreal

The Little Matter of Montreal – Part II (deux, to the initiated)

Needless to say, I am not a crawler. I strut, I catwalk, I promenade and boulevardier, but the non-mechanical horizontal mode of transportation is not for me. As we were walking into Cantic, Ypres tried to cheer me up by saying we were indeed lucky that our crawl from the tracks underneath the train to… Continue reading The Little Matter of Montreal – Part II (deux, to the initiated)

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The Little Matter of Montreal

The Little Matter of Montreal – Part I

“English or French? Français ou anglais ?” I made my declaration: “British! Britannique !” My declaration was not unlike Florence Nightingale accosting a Cossack in the Crimea, or wherever she used to hang out on Saturday nights. The pose which went with it, I felt, was appropriate. That is, as much as someone can pose while sitting… Continue reading The Little Matter of Montreal – Part I