Last day in Montreal.
I hope I’ll have time to find maple syrup, I remember it being terribly expensive at the airport, while a proper can of syrup was rather cheap at a supermarket. The opposite of alcohol really.

It is sunny again today over Montreal, and it seems I would be more encline to move in here now; I am not afraid of the cold anymore. Whether or not it remains an attractive city past the “snowhasfrozenitssummerletsgotomusicfestivals” thing, would the cultural life be up to it? I have yet to experience it, which leaves room for improvement.

 

The Hilton Bonaventure was a peculiar experience, with so many geeks pacing the corridors, emptying almost completely when the MIGS was over. Watching the warm water of the pool under the sun was quite magic, I wish I had taken my swim briefs.

 

I’m now staying in the St-Paul Hotel and the room is amazing. The sun has lit the building across the street with the reflections from the nearby windows.

 

From my window I can see the Habitat 67 architectural housing piece of the Avenue Pierre Dupuy. I really need to find that syrup.