Welcome To Montreal!
So there we were, Laurie, Sophie, and I, on the escalator up from the tracks to the main floor of the Montreal train station.
An elderly man in a via rail vest spies us ascending from the top of the stairs, and squats like a catcher above us.
Pointing at Sophie, he says in a heavily accented stentorian bellow:
"Oh! She is a real beauty, that one! A masterpiece! Well done, eh!"
His smile and thumbs up gesture will be the cornerstone upon which I build my memories of this first vacation with our daughter.
My take: Montreal is a beautiful city! A masterpiece! Well done, eh!
An elderly man in a via rail vest spies us ascending from the top of the stairs, and squats like a catcher above us.
Pointing at Sophie, he says in a heavily accented stentorian bellow:
"Oh! She is a real beauty, that one! A masterpiece! Well done, eh!"
His smile and thumbs up gesture will be the cornerstone upon which I build my memories of this first vacation with our daughter.
My take: Montreal is a beautiful city! A masterpiece! Well done, eh!