I was back in Montreal for the long weekend. It was a bit weird being there as a visitor, instead of as a resident. We stayed in the Intercontinental, at the bottom of Bleury. It is right on the fringe of Old Montreal, which meant I got to see a bit more of that area, which I had largely ignored for most of last year. We had lots of good food. I had steak for three nights in a row, plus the night before leaving, and the night after coming back. That’s got to be some kind of a record. We also saw some jazz at the Jazz Festival. As usual, a huge swath of downtown was closed to traffic, and stages were set up everywhere for free outdoor concerts. It always amazes me how much inconvenience Montrealers are willing to suffer in the name of a good time.

Here are some snaps from my wee camera, which I carried everywhere, but barely used.