Montrealistic Part I

Evelyn and I celebrated nine years together, and six years married, on Thursday and Saturday, respectively. We meandered on up to Montreal, and explored the polychromatic city. It’s been a while since we’ve seen so many different people, smelled so many wondrous aromas, heard the quiet bustle of a city. We fell in love with Montreal. It felt like home, and our crooked path might have found a worthwhile place to settle down, in the future.

The tranquil drive down the mountains, onto the freeway, and through the border, was harmonious. After all of these years together, we can still muster out some conversations. Silence is nice, as well, and there was plenty of effortless stillness in our cube of a car; bikes strapped to the back.

When we pulled up to our B&B Le Gite Dezery, we swiftly checked in, met the host, Lilian, and unloaded our bikes to explore the neighborhood. We went one block to to Loblaws, and ate an egg sandwich, salt & cracked pepper chips, and some mixed berries. After we refueled, we headed north-east, on Rue Rachel.

We didn’t know where we were going, and it didn’t matter.  We went biking in a bike lane, where people pedaled, conversed, and (seemingly) get along. Seeing families of different hues, was exciting. Seeing locs on every tenth person, was liberating.

We were aware that there was a beautiful botanical garden somewhere, but we were just rolling along. All of a sudden, we see some Tulips. We see a finished canvas of Tulips. We hopped off of our bikes and drowned in the oil painting, temporarily being hypnotized by the scene. I snapped out of it when we saw nature continue to unfurl.

The Jardin Botanique de Montreal tripped up our spokes. We were speechless. Our plan was to bike for a while, we went maybe ten blocks. The Chinese Garden was harmonious, transporting us to another land.

The Japanese Garden was highlighted by the crooked bridge.

These bridges, according to the sign, are meant to slow you down. Walking along it was emulsifying. The sign also said that it helps ward off evil spirits, which travel in a straight line. Forget the straight and narrow path!

The First Nations Garden was my favorite. The simplicity of it all, made me realize how advanced these nations are. That’s right, ARE! The things that they are able to do, are abilities that I hope to harbor, keeping afloat in this sea of life.

Have you ever had Cedar Tea?

See there, Cedar does some amazing things!

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