our first day in montreal!

Not to blow our own trumpets but jet lag, never heard of it!
we headed to the old quarter at 10am which is a little too early apparently, but after a lovely fruit salad and coffee where we felt ready to go and do something. National Geographic photo exhibit with some amazing animal portraits by Vincent Murnier. Incidentally I never knew bears were so animated looking, left me with some crazy bear dreams last night!

So the weather is spot on, not too hot, not too cold. Nobody's sunburnt yet anyway.


the underground shopping centre is enormous, we wandered for days trying to find a shop of any description but found ourselves trapped in a maze of terrifyingly empty and endless corriders. But I can see it's merits for the wintertime.

At some point yesterday Anna picked up a leaflet about a Pub on Rue-St Paul that has a happy hour 5-7 so all day we cajoled ourselves along with talk about this infamous happy hour and a well deserved drink, we walked and walked in circles (sorry bobs your map reading leaves a small margin for improvement) until finally, full of overhyped thirsty expectation we turned the corner on rue st paul to be greeted with a building site and a row of tumbledown houses. Sometimes the best thing to do in a situation like this is to laugh. We fell about in exhausted delirium until we trawled another 2 km to the OTHER end of Rue St Paul and slugged back a few pitchers of cold Molston beer!