I have been tasked at work with writing a travel story about Montreal--a romantic story, but not necessarily one of physical romance (you will not see the line "and then we had sex" in any of my stories) but a story more about the romance of a place.
so bear with me while I think of some. I've been to Montreal four times, I think; maybe five. In the middle of summer, and in early autumn, and in late autumn, and in the depth of winter, in a blizzard. It is a beautiful city in every season--in the warmth, with the flowers and the bicycles and the sidewalk cafes; and in the fall with the leaves and the rain and the great walkability of the place; and in the winter perhaps most of all, with thick snow and the warm efficiency of the subway and the underground city, and up above, in the out of doors, the blue sky and the glittering snow and the icicles hanging from the old-fashioned gas lamps in the Vieux Port.
So give me a day or two to think. I might write a couple of stories here, for practice. And then figure out the one I need.
You will be my guinea pigs. Maybe I'll even attempt another blog poll and let you vote.
Check back soon.
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