Montreal - Vieux Cite

Fickle Memory

I should remember the old city, I spent 6 months working there.  But nope, no recollection at all.  In my defense, I worked there from November to March, every day dark and cold.  I recall that the road salt left a dull stain on the bottom six feet of all the buildings.  In the glow of summer, it's a totally different vibe.

All the activity was down at the riverside.  Boats whizzed by and some braver souls chanced the river's current on jetskis.

We ooooohed and ahhhhhhed at the large yacht tied up on the pier.

The cobbled streets were underfoot as the angels watched over us.  

We window shopped, ate and took in some impromptu acts.  She really made that washtub sing.  They were quite melodic.