So once again, I return late to my résidence. Just a quick update on the past two days, including several cultural discoveries. The first being that Old Montreal, AKA Vieux-Montréal, is highly tourist-filled due to its historic nature. While having been here for one week, I am still a tourist of sorts, and I enjoy my promenade through the Old City, including looking at the cathedral built in the 1650's! Beat that California! haha Another discovery of mine was that banks require that you make appointments, apparently a week in advance. I have an appointment at la Caisse Desjardins next friday, precisely one week at my first attempt to open an account. Oh well, eventually I went have a carte de débit canadien; this being particularly convenient so I can stop paying those pesky international usage fees.
In happier news, today was quite fun. I went walking around Mile-End near le Plateau Mont-Royal neighbourhood today while Bonnie was looking for apartments. I would love to live either in the Plateau or Mile-End as a permanent residence! Most of the building are two or three levels, with most apartments. They all have tree-lined streets out-front, along with slightly overgrown gardens in both the front and back. I wish I had had camera with me at the time, but I am CERTAIN that I will return to both neighbourhoods to take plenty of photos for your enjoyment. After our marathon, we hoped on l'autobus for a ride back to my house to hang out for a wee bit, check email etc. We then went on a spur of the moment trip on the métro to Walmart, which unfortunately ended in a slight failure, as said Walmart was closed for the evening.....at 7pm.....how odd.....o well. So then we hoped back on the métro, and half an hour later, we met up with some people at the Plateau Mont-Royal. Our very transatlantic group included two americans, myself and Bonnie, two Germans, and a french couple. O and did I mention that we ate at a Greek restaurant? Quite the experience, as either fireworks or thunder was passing by overhead. I still think it was thunder, but who knows in the humid summer climate. After a dinner filled with a menu of words neither french nor english, we went to a rather hippy-ish bar, or lounge, or more a mix of the two. Drums thumping away in the background, conversations from religion in the United States vs. France, to apple-tasting ciders vs. beer ensued. And now, here I am, writing this winded blog. Anyway, I'm up tomorrow to by some supplies for our picnic at the Cuban Jazz Festival! Goodnight all!
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