Coming up out of the metro, making my way to the exit, I glance up — the stairs are swarming with grey-brown huddled masses ever so slowly writhing in the direction I'm headed.
Montreal cannot shake winter, yet. It's trying to emerge, but is still cold, tired, dirty. Slugs we are.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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I LOVE Montreal.
You live in a beautiful [and fun] city.
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