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 … Continue reading Montreal Day 4: Patisserie and History
Montreal Day 3: Art, Good and Bad
I think we all know by now that I kind of love art museums. I lost count of how many I went to in Paris and my friend practically had to drag me out of one in Chester when, after two hours, I'd only seen the first two of five floors. One of the reasons … Continue reading Montreal Day 3: Art, Good and Bad
One Last Grand Tour
I woke up at 6am on a Sunday morning. I think the woman I was sharing the hostel room with was pissed off at me, but from what I could tell, she had somewhere to be pretty early, too. Still, I completely understand not wanting to wake up to the sound of someone else's alarm … Continue reading One Last Grand Tour
Paris Day 5: Jeepers Creepers!
Today, I got shat on by a pigeon. Here’s a picture if any of you are disgustingly curious. Apparently having a fucking bird fucking poop on you is supposed to be lucky. It fucking better be. *deep breath* Okay. Let me tell you about the day I just had. As I predicted in my last post, … Continue reading Paris Day 5: Jeepers Creepers!
Paris Day 3: Worn Out?
Sarah and I decided we'd take the morning off, since walking non-stop for the past three days has left us (mostly the feet part) feeling a little tired. We decided that, but only Sarah really took a break. I couldn't help it. When I'm somewhere exciting, I wake up, get ready, leave, and don't come back … Continue reading Paris Day 3: Worn Out?
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