My room is on the top floor of the building, is very light and has its own personal roof terrace. It was wonderful to wake up this morning and be able to look out over all the roofs on a beautiful sunny, blue sky day and with the city just waiting to be walked!
But first I had to have breakfast. This was served by Diane in the kitchen and I was presented with delicious French toast, made with country bread that didn’t go soggy, (as my French toast is wont to do) and a topping of maple syrup. What an excellent way to start the day, particularly when you don’t have to cook it yourself!
As soon as I had finished, I set off with no particular destination in mind. Whilst sunny, I soon discovered it wasn’t very warm so tried to keep on the sunny side of the streets wherever possible. I wandered through La Petite Patrie, the area I am staying in, Mile End and then over towards Mont Royal, wiggling my way through the streets with their rows of terraced houses, most of which have the typical iron staircases that give access to front doors on the upper floors, and bicycles on their balconies.
I decided I would go up to the Chalet at Mont Royal and admire the wintery view of the City. It was a lovely walk up, through the trees that have now mostly shed their leaves and which are lying in heaps on the ground all over the park.
As usual, there were a myriad of joggers and walkers running up and down the steps and I was almost bowled over at one point as a jogger and a walker, who was certainly not paying attention, both tried to get past me at the same time. They obviously bumped each other and a little ‘discussion’ ensued between the two but luckily it didn’t come to fisticuffs! I just kept walking….
I headed down to the Information Centre and, after picking up some brochures, walked along towards Rue Saint Laurent to catch a bus back, stopping to admire the Cathedral along the way. My feet and legs were now feeling a little weary (understatement) and it was quite a relief to sit down. Unfortunately, as is becoming my habit, I got off the bus a little too early and had to walk quite a way back.
Apart from soup, I was also looking for a supermarket and after trudging the length of Rue Saint Hubert, I eventually found one near the Jean Talon market. The street is full of clothing shops and if I had wanted a wedding dress or a pair of boots I would have had no problem at all. Typically, on my return back down the street, I spotted an IGA supermarket around the corner from the apartment.
On my return, Diane provided me with a teapot full of hot water and I retired to my perch above the city to recuperate from my exertions and admire the sunset. It is probably true to say that I scarcely stirred from the rocking chair for the rest of the evening!