|flash cards work well!|
Despite the weather being bitterly cold earlier in the week, we are loving Montréal. Bundled up, still in toques and gloves, we have been exploring the streets and neighbourhoods. We are finding our waitstaff and our neighbours very patient when we explain that we are learning French and they humour our stumbling efforts.
As the week went on, the snow melted and spring started to arrive. The grass is getting greener, the tennis court nets have been put up, the Bixi bikes are back and the grit is gradually being cleaned off the roads and paths. And for the weekend, the temperatures soared allowing us to really get out and about.
We hiked to the top of Mont Royal quizzing each other on our verb conjugations and vocabulary. Such joy to be out without the layers. There were lots of families with little kids madly peddling on bright-coloured bikes, serious cyclists in bright-coloured lycra, runners, joggers and walkers. Every one out with big smiles on their faces.
|the Atwater Marché|
As we rode past the locks, we loved seeing the tug pulleys and lock mechanisms. There is some fabulous art installations along the canal too. We rode as far as Dorval, passing some lovely homes facing onto the St. Lawrence River, then stopped for lunch at a park in Dorval. Coming home, we rode along the Lachine Rapids, which confirmed to us why the Lachine Canal was built. We were both impressed by the gumption of some surfers with 6 mil wetsuits, playing in some of the standing waves of the rapids.
A weekend in our shirtsleeves was just what we needed.
|As it used to be in the 1920s|
via the Montreal Museum of Archeology and History
|The Lachine Canal now|
|we started noticing interesting public art|
along the route
|in English and French|
|cut into an iron sheet|
|surfing in single-digit water. Crazy.|
|le moulin Fleming|
|a sound tube that connects to the empty grain|
silos ACROSS THE CANAL and uses them
as an echo chamber. Make a noise, hear the result.