Sunday, May 10, 2009

Some memories of Montreal (or why it’s the most bang for my buck)


bright high-tops, skintight jeans on toothpick guys, quaint picturesque streets, adjoined multicolored houses, curlicued staircases leading to the second floor, full-fat soft-serve ice cream, walking, outdoors jazz ensemble in a garden restaurant, crepes with strawberries, gelato, bonjour, soccer and volleyball in the park, pigeons courting each other near the fountain, little kids speaking French, charming Middle Eastern restaurant owner, warm pressed sandwiches for breakfast, mischievous schoolboys on the playground, fog, first espresso shot, heavenly peach croissants, mannequin hairdos, designer store windows, Brasseries, restaurant peanuts, 13 percent tax, conversation with gardener, john and yoko’s faces on buses, tranquility in the midst of chaos, circus performers practicing in a gazebo, concert rehearsal in an empty church, soothing voice of the planetarium narrator, botanical gardens all to ourselves, browsing supermarkets, kinder chocolate, japanese gum, can i have a sip of your drink, brother?; I’m just short a dollar, mr.; help me pay for operation, man; no-exit underground parking lot, cozy balconies, business lunches on lawns, adults playing kids’ ball games in the park, cheese curds at cash registers, elaborate parking meters, two korean tourists on a bench, woman in a red trench coat hugging and kissing a man twice her age in a black trench coat, polish mazurka, birch juice, Indian guru and his knife, weird tattoo book, eagle diving to catch a fish, squirrel hiding a snack for a rainy day, apple beer, contribution to john and yoko’s exhibit – nailed to the board, art museum library, aching feet.
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