Canada Day: Headed to Montreal

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With Mary’s U of L summer literature class over and Jack conceding that it was time to come home, we packed the car and headed north to Montreal. We have grown fond of the French-speaking city in the four years that Jack has called it home and looked forward to returning to some of our favorite places and exploring new ones. 

With no keyboard or guitar at hand,
Jack has taken up the harmonica.

Dad and daughter watching boats in Montreal's harbor.

Taking a break.

For Jack, I suspect it was a bittersweet time. He professed to wanting to come home to the farm, but that meant saying goodbye (at least for now) to the friends he had collected in his time there.

In his honor, we hosted a dinner at Edwardo’s, a neighborhood Italian restaurant on Duluth Street – BYOB. We stopped at the SAQ and picked up some red wine, two bottles of white and a bottle of rose. (Once we met the crowd, Ed slipped out for more red wine.) A selection of antipasto, wine, baskets of warm bread, wine, plates piled high with pasta, more wine, and a dozen recent McGill graduates (or almost graduates) combined to make for a most enjoyable and memorable evening.  

We left the group to continue their festivities at a nearby park and Jack promised to be up and ready when we called the next morning. On the way back to our hotel, Mary, Ed and I stopped to soak up the music and atmosphere of the  Montreal Jazz Fest, catching a concert by Susie Arioli – a nice way to end our last evening in Montreal.