July 05, 2017
Montreal đ» đšđŠ
About a week before the July 4th holiday weekend, Celeste (my girlfriend) and I were discussing last-minute travel plans. We looked at airbnb listings up along the Hudson river. A calming vacation into the less-urban, hilly areas north of NYC was enticing. However, it would almost certainly require renting a car and driving on busy roads, and that would significantly reduce the âcalmingâ factor of the trip. Plus, most things around there seemed either booked or more expensive than we wanted, so we started looking further afield.
âMexico City?â I suggested. Celeste is adventurous, but this was shut down pretty quickly. đ We didnât want to spend two days flying out of our four days off from work.
âNiagara Falls?â she suggested. I looked it up on Google Maps, and something caught my eye: Niagara Falls is about 7 hours away from NYC, and Montreal seemed to be about the same distance. I hadnât ever visited Montreal before, even though I have heard great things about it. Celeste was in the same position, so we agreed to give it a try.
We made a good choice! Montreal is beautiful, and we had so much fun that itâs on our list of places weâd be seriously interested in moving to in the future (though, we should probably visit in the winter before we sign any leases or job offers).
Celeste.
Montrealâs public housing has some fantastic murals.
Montrealâs residential areas are full of multi-story houses with external stairs leading up to each dwelling.
Our airbnb was neat! We stayed with a small family, and they had an apartment full of character.
The airbnb also had a lively and curious yellow cat. Amongst other things, he liked to play with water. I tried to turn on the faucet just a bit after taking this photo, and he simply licked and pawed at the small stream of water.
There was also a brown cat, who was calmer but also very cute.
We lucked out, and ended up visiting during the week of Montrealâs International Jazz Festival. So, the city was buzzing, and every evening there was something perfect to do. Heâs not pictured here, but the absolute highlight was seeing Colin Stetson, a phenomenal saxophone player. Not only does he play saxophone with circular breathing to achieve continuous harmonies; he also wears a mic on his neck to record his simultaneous throat singing, and sometimes even puts a contact mic on his saxophone to amplify the keys to create a percussive rhythm. Take a minute to watch this:
I took a lot of photos on this trip, including in crowds at the Jazz Fest. Sometimes, photos are still fun even when theyâre blurry.
Sidewalk Chalk, a jazz & hip hop band, was another really fun group to see.
A scene from the Montreal Metro, after a night of Jazz Fest.
One of my favorite parts of seeing a new city is experiencing the public transit. Now, I love NYC, and the MTA Subway is an amazing achievement of organization, technology, and sheer volume. Still, the Subway has a few ⊠discomforts: loud sounds, intense summer temperatures, and occasional overwhelming smells. Montreal has an underground train system that is a relatively large system, and our experience of it was really positive. It is definitely a newer train system, and it had some trains that felt futuristic â shiny, bright, and smooth-rolling (these trains donât run on traditional train tracks, but rather a system of huge rubber tires on concrete tracks, almost like high-speed, connected buses).
Walking around a city is even better than taking transport â I love seeing the million everyday but spectacular sites of a city. Here is a dog, relaxing on the porch.
A large and delicious crĂȘpe.
I knew before we went that Montreal would have quite a bit of French culture and French speakers, though I had somehow imagined it would be a mostly-English city, with bilingual signage and many bilingual speakers. On the contrary, Montreal is a mostly-French city, with some English on its signage and many bilingual speakers. We encountered several people that spoke almost no English.
A frequent experience in Montreal was hearing someone speak French with complete fluency and a distinctly native-speaking French accent, then flip to English with the same fluency and a crisp North American accent that wouldnât stand out in the Midwest.
We both enjoyed the delicious crĂȘpe.
The Montreal BiosphĂšre is an awesome geodesic dome, which we happened upon on a daytrip to see Habitat 67. It turns out, this dome was built along with Habitat 67 for a year when Montreal hosted both the Summer Olympics and a Worldâs Fair.
We walked around Ăle Sainte-HĂ©lĂšne and across the Pont de la Concorde bridge, and enjoyed seeing others enjoying the picturesque Summer day.
We finally reached Habitat 67! This was an architectural model community originally built as affordable housing for the workers of the 67 Worldâs Fair and Olympics, and today itâs used as luxury condos. We were basically another set of tourists gazing at rich peopleâs apartments, but it was still fun to see (from the sidewalk, as enforced by lawn signs and security guards in golf carts).
This was one of the main points of Montreal I had wanted to see, because in 1967 my Dad took a road trip as a teenager with his family from their home in Alberta to Montreal, for the Worldâs Fair. When I learned this, I asked, âWhat do you remember?â expecting to hear something about gleaming structures or technology, and the one thing he remembered seeing was Habitat 67. Itâs definitely memorable, as some of the cubes in the concrete structure appear to be floating, almost weightless.
Just including this because I look like Iâm in a movie here.
Habitat 67 is actually a bit removed from the main city, so we had a long, hot walk to a bus stop, and were temporarily concerned that with the Canada Day weekend, buses might not come. Calling the bus tracker phone number was a bit cryptic, as again, things in Montreal are French-first. But, a bus eventually did come, and we rode back into the city.
The Montreal central library, officially called BibliothĂšque et Archives nationales du QuĂ©bec, is awesome! We really wanted to see it for longer than we did during itâs shortened hours of the holiday weekend, but a quick run-through was exciting. We marveled at the comic book selection, the CD-listening chairs, and the gleaming newness of the place.
We also visited several bookstores around the city, as Celeste searched for the right book to read with her Mom in their French-language book club.
I donât know what the story is here, but it looks like QuĂ©bec has some special penalty rules in football.
Oui Mai Nos was a favorite Café near our airbnb. It had good coffee, plus a beautiful and eclectic interior that included a challenging-to-read but enticing menu.
See anything surprising in the photo above? The grocer had his dog in his front pouch! đ
We visited the Jean Talon Market on a rainy day, and it was a bustling marketplace in the best way. There were many grocers selling fresh produce, stacked neatly with charming hand-written signs. The colors and sounds were vibrant, and it was all the more inviting with the light rain punctuating the areas around a between the covered spaces of the market.
In Montreal, like in most cities I know, itâs illegal to publicly consume alcohol. But Montreal has an exception, the Picnic Law:
Il est défendu de consommer des boissons alcooliques sur le domaine public, sauf:
- dans un cafĂ©-terrasse installĂ© sur le domaine public oĂč la vente de boissons alcooliques est autorisĂ©e par la loi;
- Ă lâoccasion dâun repas pris en plein air dans la partie dâun parc oĂč la ville a installĂ© des tables de pique-nique;
- dans certaines circonstances ou Ă lâoccasion dâĂ©vĂ©nements, de fĂȘtes ou de manifestations, suivant lâautorisation donnĂ©e par ordonnance.
Translated to English, the relevant part of that is: âIt is forbidden to consume alcoholic beverages on the public domain, except ⊠(2) for an outdoor meal in the part of a park where the town has set up picnic tables.â
So, we enjoyed a picnic in Mount Royal Park! We feasted on smoked salmon, bread, and a couple of local craft beers.
We then hiked up Mount Royal, which had trails that reminded me in many ways of hiking in the Black Hills of South Dakota, where I grew up.
Montreal is a city with so much to see, itâs hard to show much of it in a single blog post. Hopefully, Iâll get to make another trip someday in the near future!
âŠAaand on the ride back to NYC, our bus broke down on the side of the highway in New Jersey. It was at least 90°F that day, and we were stuck without air conditioning for almost an hour. Worse, though, that morning there was a feature in the Montreal newspaper about a bus in Germany that had burst into flames, killing several passengers. đ Not surprisingly, then, everyone on the bus was a bit on edge when we learned that there was an electrical problem with the batteries, and even more so as we heard a roadside mechanic loudly banging around in the back of the bus. Another bus finally picked us up, but that was quite the way to end the trip!