"Je me souviens"
Mari and I just returned from an amazing five-day/four-night adventure on the other side of Canada. It's incredible to think that just five hours in one of Air Canada's finest can take you to a completely different world, without the need for a passport. Rue St-Jacques, Vieux-Montréal, Montréal, Quebec. April 21, 2014.
Oh... I was inspired and came up with a poem on the flight back to Vancouver from Montréal–Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport:
"Montréal. You smell of sand. Your cars are rusty. Mais, je t'aime. Je t'aime."
"Je me souviens"
Mari and I just returned from an amazing five-day/four-night adventure on the other side of Canada. It's incredible to think that just five hours in one of Air Canada's finest can take you to a completely different world, without the need for a passport. Rue St-Jacques, Vieux-Montréal, Montréal, Quebec. April 21, 2014.
Oh... I was inspired and came up with a poem on the flight back to Vancouver from Montréal–Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport:
"Montréal. You smell of sand. Your cars are rusty. Mais, je t'aime. Je t'aime."