mardi 25 mars 2008
It looks like America, it sounds like France.
Well, kind of, but neither of these is actually true. It looks like America in a certain light (think Manhattan, not Tulsa). And it sounds like France, but only in a 'what-the-fuck-kind-of-weirdass-accent-is-that?' kind of way.
But it is neither America nor France. It truly is a place all on its own. A pretty great place, at that. Quebecois seem to have a great attitude - friendly, helpful, chatty, open-minded..... Maybe this a Canadian attitude? Now doubt my Canadian chums will enlighten me.
So much was crammed into such a short trip, but for those of you interested, here are my Montreal moments (in no particular order). Alas, no Mounties made the list:
1. The ten feet of snow piled up by the side of the road into town. What had I gotten myself into?
2. The ice cold wind hitting my face and freezing my tears. The most effective hangover cure I've ever known. Walking down by the river the morning after. Amazing.
3. The staff at my hotel. It seems they're only employing model-standard at the W these days. Even the maintenance guy who came to fix my TV could have stayed and entertained me. Who needs TV?
4. The Musee des Arts Contemporain. Possibly the best shows of new art that I've seen in a long while. Really great, homegrown stuff. Go there. See it.
5. The night I was woken up outside my hotel by the cab driver at 3 am. Shameful or shameless? Both, I'm afraid.
6. Le Village. The best gay neighbourhood ever? Quite possibly. That said, Darlinghurst doesn't have the peril-inducing snow and ice problems. So maybe the second best gay neighbourhood ever.
7. The way the sun hit the icy streets and made even Ste Catherine Ouest an area of outstanding natural beauty.
8. Quebecois attitude and joie de vivre. I like these people, they're like easy-going Americans (sorry if you are a non-easy-going American, but if you are, WTF are you doing here?).
9. Closing my eyes on my way up to the top of the Olympic tower. It all looked white and pretty from up there.
11. Many many great bars. All good, all serving cold beer and great attitudes. Not sure I've ever been anywhere like the Stock Bar before. Not sure I ever will again. For many reasons. But you could probably twist my arm.
So many reasons to go back. Maybe I will. It seems like the kind of place I could hole up for a while and write this damn book. Did I mention the book? I need to get it started, but it's hard to write when I'm always on a plane.
Or maybe that's just an excuse?