La fin du Monde-real

So here I am at Trudeau Airport in Montreal awaiting my slightly delayed flight to Atlanta and then home.   The place is a ghost town given that all flights to airports from Raleigh to Boston are cancelled a cause de l’ouragon Sandy.  I am sad to be leaving the polyglot cacophony that became the sonorant soundtrack of my weeks here, but am at the same time so eager to be home with Sharon and Sarah with a renewed energy and dedication to all facets of our life.  I miss them dearly (though having Talia here for a while was a salve for that.

I don’t have any deep or even funny comments to add, so let me simply take you on a tour of my Montreal ‘hood, and my tour around the city on a glorious autumn Friday.

Here’s my apartment and apartment building.  Mine is two floors above the awning, second from right in this shot.

Here’s where I shopped—the funky P/A Supermarche a half block away and the Marche al Mizan two blocks away.

Here’s where I ate, all within 3 blocks of home.  Of course, Cafe Myriade..they loved me there! And Concordia has developed a little Chinatown, hence the dumpling and noodle shops, and then Restaurant Nilufar with the best $1.50 falafel pita evah!!

On Boulevard deMaisonneuve near the downtown Concordia campus and looking back up Crescent towards Mount Royal

McGill University campus a bit further east and at the foot of Mount Royal.

Rue St. Denis in le quartier latin near UQAM (Universite  de Quebec a Montreal) and l’Amere a Boire microbrasserie

The evening—Plateau district.  Dieu du Ciel again, where I met cool cat musician Marc Francis (check out his beats under his nom d’oreille Taperecorder.) and his equally cool Quebecoise wife Jessica.   Hope to run into them again at some point in the future.  Thanks also to bartenders Alex and Kevin for a great pub experience.   And to finish things up,  Cabaret du Mile-end with La Sera and Father John Misty.

12 hours, 10 miles walked, and ?? pints later, I had to say it was a good day.

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