I have been so cold in Montreal, even though it has been sunny, that I decided that I had to purchase a warmer jacket, as the silk thermals were definitely not sufficient in my fight against the cold wind. So my mission today was to hunt for the jacket, preferably without the faux fur for which the Montrealers seemingly have such a penchant, and one that didn’t make me look like the Michelin man!
My quest initially took me to Walmart in North Montreal. The journey involved two lengthy bus rides into unknown territory. Luckily, the buses were prompt and, in the intervening wait between the two, the sun made an appearance and it stopped snowing. Always a bonus!
On the second trip, the bus at one point filled to the brim with teenagers, predominantly black, which gave me ample opportunity to admire the girls’ hair and work out how their very long braids that looked like thick plaited wool, were created (very short pieces of their own hair were incorporated into the false braids) and also to wonder at how the boys’ trousers stayed up when they were so far down their hips. I would have thought that fashion, seemingly beloved by boys the world wide, would have died a death a long time ago!
Walmart proving to be inadequate in the ‘outer wear’ department, I headed back into the city (lengthy bus ride and several stops on the metro) where I first went to buy my bus ticket for tomorrow and then set out for St Catherine’s Street and the main shopping area. In doing so, I chanced upon the Place des Artes, which I hadn’t seen before, and also several interesting murals painted on the sides of houses. The latter is certainly one thing that Montreal is not lacking in and you never know what you are going to find.
I spent quite some time hunting for the furless coat and in desperation purchased one that was more expensive and one that I wasn’t sure about but at least I will be warm! It was quite late in the day and dark by the time I had made my choice but it had the advantage that I could then admire the Christmas lights, some of which were quite beautiful as they reflected in the glass fronted buildings.
I caught the metro home, made a brief trip to the supermarket and retired to my room, quite satisfied with my day!