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| ... an irrelevant selfie along Sherbrooke Street with a statue ... I tried to get the whole statue in and this is the best I could do. I barely figured out where the camera on the selfie side is. |
Catherine's hope was that I would get to downtown Montreal in time to see the flag and artwork that were along Sherbrooke Street.
That didn't really work, for everything was taken down this morning when I got there. One day too late, is just too late.
Still, I hopped off of the bus and walked for a couple of hours in the strongest wind ever. Signs were crashing down. Leaves were lifted up higher than the trees they had fallen from. A big metal YIELD sign came rolling across the sidewalk between another pedestrian and me. Raised eyebrows and we both continued, me still going west and he travelling on east.
I road the 24 bus loop once in the morning and then a second time in the afternoon.
Catherine lives one block off of the metro line. I am dying to get down under the ground and ride there.
But first, I have to figure out how to buy the tickets. That was an adventure in itself. Catherine said it is easy for they have English directions. But I would have had to have known where to hit the right buttons as well as read English. Someone finally helped me right down to asking for a receipt for the transaction. I thanked her and she walked away. But then I couldn't find the ticket or the receipt. I finally emptied out a clear plastic canister on the front of the machine but there were about 7 pieces of paper in there. I went back to find the woman who had helped me; she returned to the machine, showed me a small vent at the bottom which was holding my ticket, and then replaced all of the paper I had gathered back into the trash holder from which I had collected them.
Welcome to Montreal, Arta.
That didn't really work, for everything was taken down this morning when I got there. One day too late, is just too late.
Still, I hopped off of the bus and walked for a couple of hours in the strongest wind ever. Signs were crashing down. Leaves were lifted up higher than the trees they had fallen from. A big metal YIELD sign came rolling across the sidewalk between another pedestrian and me. Raised eyebrows and we both continued, me still going west and he travelling on east.
I road the 24 bus loop once in the morning and then a second time in the afternoon.
Catherine lives one block off of the metro line. I am dying to get down under the ground and ride there.
But first, I have to figure out how to buy the tickets. That was an adventure in itself. Catherine said it is easy for they have English directions. But I would have had to have known where to hit the right buttons as well as read English. Someone finally helped me right down to asking for a receipt for the transaction. I thanked her and she walked away. But then I couldn't find the ticket or the receipt. I finally emptied out a clear plastic canister on the front of the machine but there were about 7 pieces of paper in there. I went back to find the woman who had helped me; she returned to the machine, showed me a small vent at the bottom which was holding my ticket, and then replaced all of the paper I had gathered back into the trash holder from which I had collected them.
Welcome to Montreal, Arta.
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