Back from the land of maple syrup and crossaints, I’m still processing the many sights and sounds and new friendships forged in Montreal and Quebec City. I’ve always wanted to see the mighty St Lawrence and experience the speed of language transition that the Quebecoise manage in mid-sentence.
Like many Texans, when first addressed in French, I answer in Spanish…not fluent….and am quickly switched to English by the fluently bi-lingual Canadiens.
It was fun, the food was great, the temperature 90 F for walkabout from Olympic Stadium to Botanical Gardens to farmers markets to grand churches and monuments….and the boat rides on the mighty river. They seem to like Texans there. Maybe it’s because I could see the humor in a big orange Trump eraser which was packaged as “Make Paper Great Again”.
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