| it only takes about a day in wintertime montreal to remember all the positive things about the most difficult living environment a montrealer leaves behind when they say farewell to their hometown. perhaps im the only native montrealer that is happy to walk six long blocks up saint laurent blvd from sherbrooke street in a blizzard to get a schwartzs smoke meat sandwich in the early afternoon. im certainly not the only one who enjoys sitting along a café counter facing laurier in the same blizzard with a mess of empty cappucino bowls. i sat with another ex-montrealer, discussing how lucky we were to be from such a wonderful city. the blizzard picked up steam and we ducked into a belgian patisserie, trudged up the street in a whiteout, clutching fresh baguettes getting soaked by high winds and fresh snow. the bus ride to the metro was wet, and it felt like i was riding into a white page of paper. |
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