From an Airport

I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.

I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.

Montreal Day 4: Patisserie and History

Day 4 started, as is becoming a pattern, with food. I went to a cute patisserie called Maison Christian Faure and got their “Lunch Royal” which included a coffee or tea, the plat du jour, and a pastry. It was delicious, although a few of my table neighbours went for the salmon and I kind of want to go back to try it because it looked amazing.