One of the nice things about living in the Northeastern U.S. is the proximity to so many large cities. Boston, Philadelphia, Washington D.C., and of course, NYC, are all a relatively short train ride away. What’s more, great foreign cities are also a train ride away: in Canada! One of my favorite cities in North America (with New York and San Francisco coming first and second, of course) is Montreal. Characteristics like great architecture and design, clever street art, friendly locals, and that almost-European feel to the city are what makes Montreal such a fantastic travel destination.
I used to drive or take the train up to Montreal quite often, but unfortunately at this point it’s been nearly six years since my last visit. I’d love to return sometime soon– there’s so much more to explore (plus, I’d have a nicer, newer camera).
When I took the train up to Montreal in August of 2008, I had no agenda other than enjoying a few days by myself and trying to clear my head. I don’t think I even did any research before departing, other than booking my hostel stay. And aren’t those trips often the best kind? Days filled with lots of wandering, unsure of what you’ll stumble onto next, a completely open schedule to do as you please.
I hope you enjoy this random smattering of images from my last Montreal trip. (Another reason to go back: I have no documentation of what I ate there!)
You know I can’t visit a city without capturing it’s street art:
And two favorite signs:
Then there was this really wonderful building that I happened upon when the light was just perfect…
Speaking of light, late afternoon was the perfect time to wander around the Old Port, or Vieux-Port de Montréal. I explored the waterside and gazed at the boats on the St. Lawrence River. Water seems to be a recurring theme: every city or place I love has a river or other body of water adjacent to it. Gee, could the fact that I grew up on an island have anything to do with that? 🙂
If you’d like to learn more about Montreal, I urge you to check out A Montrealer Abroad, written by a local who clearly loves her city.
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, friends, and as always, thank you so much for stopping by!
Walkers are ‘practitioners of the city,’ for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go. –Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking