The drive up to Montreal was a pleasant one. Even the Canadian border guard was nice—unexpectedly so (and, I have to admit, very easy on the eyes). In all the times I’ve made this trip, I’ve always found it a bit odd that the Canadian guards tend to be the stern ones while the Americans are usually more relaxed. I suppose I’ll find out on the return trip whether that still holds true. One can hope for consistency… or at least a repeat of yesterday’s good fortune.
But enough about border crossings.
It felt wonderful last night to wander through the Village again and to be reminded what it’s like to be in a real city—energy, movement, people everywhere. It’s something I don’t get nearly enough of, and I’ve missed it more than I realized.
My hotel room also came with an unexpected gift: a beautiful view of the St. Lawrence River. There’s something calming about watching the water, especially in the early morning light.
And speaking of morning—I actually slept in. That alone feels like a luxury, and it’s why this post is a bit later than usual.
Now, it’s time for a proper start to the day: breakfast, a good cup of coffee, and then out to explore more of Montreal.
Joe
The Closet Professor 
April 24th, 2026 at 9:16 am
Hi Joe
Have a wonderful time. I know what you mean about being in a large city. I have always found it to be refreshing. A ? where is the little cutie Isabella? When we use to go away our kitty would act very cool to us when we came back home and would run upstairs and scratch the good rug. Only time he did that.