Summer is lovely in Montréal. My scrappy backpacking tribe and I nested in Le Plateau, a hipsterish arrondissement with tattoo parlors, jazz bars, bakeries, and cold brews. Everyone spoke French with a North American drawl that was laid back enough for me to understand well and respond in Franglais. I loved their quintessential Canadian summer look — the women so tanned and toned from running, and the men so robust and scruffy from hiking. I envied them, after temporarily leaving a place that has given me so much stress, and now arriving in a city with people actually enjoying life. So I found my zen in Montréal. All nine hours of sleep every night…and of course the trifecta: maple syrup, bourbon, and poutine. 🙂
“I’ve never been cool – and I don’t care.” – Celine Dion.