We're on vacation!
I'm writing this from a bench on Jean-Talon Street in Montreal. Barclay's in the store buying toothpaste and I'm drinking a coffee and Sullivan is having an uncomfortable-looking nap in his umbrella stroller. Every once in a while, someone will walk past and say something to me in French with a big smile on their face. I don't know French, though. I took a few years of French class in high school, so maybe I should. But I don't. Sorry, Mrs. Legge. Sorry, people of Jean-Talon street.
(I mean. I know a few words that I could roughly string together into a sentence. So, like, if someone were to come up to me and say, "J'aime le chat et le four a micro-ondes et le supermarche et manger a pomme! Ferme le bouche! Est que je peux allez a le salle de bains?" I would understand that. But I don't think anyone will say that to me. Today, but probably also ever.)
So far, we're having a straight-up lovely time - thanks for asking. We're staying in a brick walk-up apartment in this sweet little neighborhood. The Jean-Talon market is a few blocks that way and Little Italy is just over there. We might stay here forever. We might! I'm serious!
Just kidding, though.
(A lady just rode by on a little red bicycle with a baguette in the basket.)