|Montreal-style poutine, not just cheese curds and gravy, but meat, too!|
|It was COLD! We could only walk outside for about 15 minutes at a time, max.|
|The view of the symphony and arts center from our hotel.|
|Montreal Musee de l'Art Contemporain.|
|First Exhibit? Straight back to the hometown.|
On Sunday it stopped snowing (which, oddly, meant it was *colder*) so we walked down to the old city, visiting the Basilique de Notre Dame and Rue St. Paul before having a 2 hour lunch at a brasserie. We had a wonderful time just relaxing in the heat behind the windows and watching all the people walk by in their practical footwear and warm clothing. Neither our clothing nor our footwear was up to par, although my zip-up full calf-length leather boots coupled with full calf wool toe-socks were much better for the task than E's go-to Simples.
After lunch, we headed out to the centre de sciences pier and stared down at the snow-covered river and harbor. It just looked like a field of snow except for buoys that barely poked up to mark the covered slips (we presumed). We took a few photos and briskly walked back to the hotel. By the time we got there, the outer layer of skin on my upper thighs was numb! I had multiple layers on just about every other part of my body, but my jacket had slits to allow me to walk, and the single layer of corduroy was *not* sufficient. Seriously. Numb thighs! That was a first.
We'd reserved tickets on a train from Montreal to Ottawa, and we hoped to avoid the madness we experienced on our last French-language train debacle. So, we arrived at the train station with plenty of time, and confirmed that the Canadian Via Rail system is sane. Our printed reservations were all we needed, they had the scan code for the conductors on them. Unfortunately, as we waited to board, I realized my purse was a bit light. I'd never put the camera back into the travel bag in my purse. I must have removed it from my shoulder in the cab on the way to the train station. Bummer. The pics of us in old Montreal and the snow and the river are lost to the ages. Thankfully, I'd downloaded everything else to my computer the night before, so the big loss was the camera itself. It was a gift from E for Christmas 2010.
Given how bad I am with losing things in my hands, it's actually fairly impressive that I hadn't lost it before. I posted a claim with the cab company, but I haven't heard back, so we're fairly certain it's just gone. Oh, well, it had a good life: Argentina, Brazil, Uruguay, Canada, Spain, France, England, Cambodia, Korea, China, Hong Kong, Bermuda, The Netherlands, Australia, New Zealand, Japan, Swizterland, Belgium, Costa Rica and several US family gatherings and other destinations including 5 US national parks: Denali, Yosemite, Grand Canyon, Grand Teton, and Rocky Mountain.
|Phone camera photo of the train journey.|
On the running front, despite the travel, I hit a weekly mileage high for the year at 25.45. I managed to drag myself out for 9 slow (and surprisingly warm) miles on Thursday before flying out on Friday, but as you might imagine, mileage in Canada was not exactly impressive. I'm hopeful that this week will be yet another weekly high for the year in my just-increase-the-volume, no-pace-goal pseudo-training program for Oakland -- if nothing else, I'm going to enjoy the bay area weather on my runs this week!