Ate bagels:we tried bagels from the two famous Montreal spots-St. Viateur and Fairmount-on our first morning and on our way out of town. They are very good, especially the ones straight out of the wood-fired oven. The first time we went I made the mistake of just ordering the flavor that sounded good to me instead of asking what was freshest and was jealous of Ted’s sesame seed. Don’t be like me.
Notre Dame Basilica:
It’s really beautiful and nice and cool inside. The square outside is all cobblestones and street performers and when we passed by in the evening, bells were ringing. Ted took some of my favorite pictures of the trip while we were hanging out, listening to a tour guide.
Carried the stroller up and down a whole lot of stairs:
This was mainly done by Ted. Bless him. We didn’t see a single elevator in the metro stations, so good thing our stroller is pretty lightweight.
Farmer’s marketing it up:
always a crowd pleaser on trips. The Jean-Talon market is a thing of beauty. So much bright-colored, perfectly ripe fruit. We bought a thing of strawberries that were red all the way through, just as they should be. We shared a cup of ice cream and it was definitely the best I’ve had outside of Italy. Pear, burnt-caramel maple, and vanilla, yum. Ted got tacos and I had an order of bhajis with tamarind chutney and we were both good for the rest of the night.
Smiled at everyone on the metro:
the cutest one of us. He would stare at people until they looked back, then grin like a little baby maniac.
We walked around this huge park full of different types of gardens on Sunday afternoon because it’s right next to the church. Thre was a Japanese garden, a Chinese garden, Alpine rock gardens, Rose gardens, gardens full of only plants that can be used as medicines or food. Also a bug exhibit that Ted dragged me to at the end when I was dying from not sleeping and lots of walking in the hot sun. Some friends had posted pictures of these amazing huge shrub sculptures and we were looking for them the whole time we walked around, so it was kind of sad when we asked at the very end and found out that it was just a temporary exhibit. Still worth it.
Almost spoke French:
Me. Too chicken. But I loved hearing it all around us.
super touristy and fancy, lots of people from cruise boats. We still had a really good time walking around one evening right before Julian’s bedtime. We went to a little bakery there called Olive et Gourmando and got some yummy pastries.
Nursing in public:
we were at a hippie restaurant (Santropol. Killer Tomato sandwich, highly recommend. Ted waited in line at a different place called Schwartz’s to get a smoked meat sandwich that is famous in Montreal and said it was amazing.) that seated us in their beautiful back garden when Julian got hungry. Julian doesn’t do great with a cover, so a really nice waitress helped me find a chair out of the way for a little privacy.
apparently, you are not allowed to go to Montreal and not eat poutine. One night after Julian was asleep and we hadn’t had dinner yet, I left Ted at the apartment watching World Cup on his iPad while I went on a little adventure for pastries and poutine which we then ate on the back patio and watched the neighbor’s laundry blow around in the wind.
Got really worn out and had a lot of fun:
all of us. As far as Julian, we can’t say for sure that he had fun but he sure was a good sport missing naps and napping in the stroller and being in an unfamiliar place.