Arrived in Montreal yesterday afternoon, and wandered around the streets near the hostel to get dinner. Something I actually hadn't expected (and in retrospect should have) was how French it is. Street front dining, bicycles attached to posts everywhere, people wandering around with toy dogs, no english on street signs or menus (though most people do speak it well).
The contrast between Montreal and Toronto six hours away constantly amazes me.
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