Thank you, Montreal, for welcoming me and allowing me to call you home for a few days. I appreciated the challenge of Mount Royal, I learned about your culture and some of your history through discovering your art, through meeting beautiful people and tasting your food. For now I must say goodbye, but know that I will return to explore once more.
How can it be Saturday? All too soon it was my last full day in Montreal and a journey down to the river became my last port, so to speak.
The inclement weather kept me indoors for much of the day. When I did venture out it was not much of a day for photography, however, retreating from Mount Royal, I looked up and managed to capture this view of the cross shrouded in low cloud. Atmospheric.
I had this day figured out in my head: brisk walk up Mount Royal using a different exit point, to walk all the way down Rue du Rachel to Olympic village. Can’t be that far can it? As the day was still a little cloudy and cool, I took some time to complete a post…
Sometimes doing every day chores is comforting enough that the mind is able to entwine with the inner spirit to create something that maybe worthwhile. That was the plan anyway.
My morning had started by finishing the book I was reading, “The Murmur of Bees”; the English translation by Simon Bruni of “El murmullo de las abejas” by Sofia Segovia. A soul stirring event that set my mood for the day. (Review on Goodreads).
This was my holiday break within my Canada visit. My family duties were changing as they managed the new routine of work, school, day-care and weekends. Time for me to adventure into pastures new whilst in my beloved country.
It was a misty morning, with some promise of sun later on in the day. My main aim for the day was to just enjoy the Falls as a spectacular nature show. No hype, little tourism stuff, and with the exception of one extravaganza not much money spent. I love walking, so the aim was to walk as much as I could.
For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door,And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more;And O! before you hurry by with ladder and with light,O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him tonight! The Lamplighter Robert Louis Stevenson This is actually the end of my walk…
Praise Him in the firmament of His power