We sat for two hours drinking wine while associating names with objects
Via Rail, charges alot for food & drinks
Brand new fake ids, Dylan only had to use it once at the liquor store though
I read the paper while Dylan read "Montreal for Dummies"
The apartment view
If you look close there's a church behind the trees
In Montreal they sell dogs in windows, this one was 177$, real cheap
I wanted to get a picture of French grafiti, but it didn't happen
a french sign
a really really above average muffin
indoor smoking
A really perfect french cafe, that would of been over the top if the waitor wasn't so english
Everytime we went to this department store I got handed the same little heart, I have three & they smell so good
the fleur itself
dylan's photo face
Each morning I had the exact same thing, a mochaccino, a muffin, & sanpellagrino
My facourite store
The stores contained all these household items that no one needs, but they were so specialized & pertty whack
Old Montreal
We tried to recall from french class memories all the days of the week, we got most of them but we both forgot Dimanche
We went in the church and Dylan describes it "as the most akward thing he's ever exprienced"
it translates to "Let their be light!"
This is the apartment we stayed at, but tried to aboid as much as possible since it was extremly hot, for reasons unknown.
The first place we went to in hopes of getting alcohol, we we're all ready to use our id's, and dressed according to this occasion, we we're like "woah" when they just gave us a bottle of wine no questions
we tried to translate the name of this place, we think it's "Golden Bread"
My breakfast
A convience store that sold many many different Clove products
Classy
we sat there the night before for hours while drinking our favourite pick of Red Wine
Our favourite French word was for the Mcnuggets, we specifically went out of our way to buy them just for this picture & personal pleasure I guess
Suite 701
The buses their run 24 hours & they've have so many second cups that are 24 hours too. On the train ride home this drunken french man was talking to us for a good five minutes in French till he realized we didn't speak french, he apologized sortof, then starting yelling at alittle French boy "BON VOYAGE! BON VOYAGE!!"