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OCT 18, 2006
was my second trip to Canada. So I really wasn't expecting to be surprised.
I had been forewarned - "Quebec is a whole different place, very
European!". Still. How different could Montreal really be? It was only a
few miles from the US border.
to say, I was wrong. It hit me right at Cincinnati, when I boarded my connection
to Montreal. It was an American airliner, but the announcements were in French
first, and English later. (Nope, they still served peanuts and soda. No croissants
and brie, in case you were wondering)
the whole French thing gives you that very no-longer-in-America feeling. And I
am totally thankful for that. The eight odd hours that I spent in Montreal, on
that rainy godforsaken day, on the streets of Old
City, would have been an
absolute waste, had it not been for that very feeling. I didn't get to see the
city much, but I can always claim to have experienced bits of it.
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spent a week in Mont
Tremblant, a nice little ski resort north of Montreal.
And that's where I clicked this picture.