EXCITED TO LEAVE, BUT HAPPY TO BE HOME
Winter is when my wanderlust runs highest. Summer, I’m content to travel the city. On days off, I’ll sometimes choose a metro station at random and set out to discover an unknown neighbourhood.
In summer, I no longer feel the urge to travel. I lose myself along the Lachine Canal all the way to the Atwater Market, and that’s all I need. I hang out at Village au Pied-du-Courant, contemplating the railroads that stand between me and the river and listening to the faraway cries coming from La Ronde.
I’ll have lunch three times a day, if need be, in three different restaurants. The rest of the time, I pick up a few cheeses with some hummus and a baguette and head to one of Montréal’s parks: Parc du Pélican, Parc Molson, Parc Laurier, Parc Jarry, Parc La Fontaine... it depends on where my friends are that day.
On the other hand, I tend to avoid festivals and giant puppets. There are just too many people there for a guy who’s five-foot-six!
I look forward to discovering Griffintown’s new Station F-MR, a temporary public place with old metro cars. I love how some public spaces have been reappropriated in recent years, by combining creativity, design and culture.
After my time spent meandering around the city, all I need is a commanding view of the river to cap off my day. The extraordinary smell and the fresh breeze coming off the choppy waters remind me that this is my home. What more could I possibly need?