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Monday, April 16, 2012: Annie and I head to Montreal. The key to a successful car trip? Strange new candy, bien sur! Found on sale at the Stop and Shop. Something akin to a box of Pockys.

The highlight of the road trip north was the Vermont rest stop that has beautiful, Vermont-made objects and is the site of the Vermont Viet Nam Veteran’s Memorial.

Inside the actual rest stop, Annie and I got a kick out of a record player thingymabob that you could make work (for FREE!). It was housed in an ornate wood-inlay cabinet and it had a perforated metal disc (as big as an old 33″) which made noise when it passed over little metal tines, like an old player-piano. We didn’t have our camera so I can’t show you a picture. Does anyone know the name of this kind of contraption (twinkly bonus points!!! I SWEAR they mean something, I just don’t know what yet).

There was a beautiful wooden canoe and a rocking chair and a loom which you were allowed to weave on (but we didn’t).

You already know that one low point of our trip north was the stern (think riding crop, thigh-high leather boots) border guard who chided me for trying to parle en francais. The drive went downhill from there, the Quebec borderlands being ugly-as-sin: flat, dusty farmland dotted with mostly ugly houses (except for the really old stone ones), boarded up businesses, lack of appropriate signage, &c.

The most charming thing I saw on Highway 55 Quebec were the yellow cautionary “Old North Wind Blowing” signs, but didn’t take a photo of those. I also took one wrong turn, due to the aforementioned bad signage and maybe in small part also due to my traveling companion’s relative newness as a map-reader.

That evening, we visited our friend Nora at the Shriner’s Hospital on the mountain, a beautiful area of hospitals, McGill University, old stone buildings, and Euro-style villas. This was the site of my FIRST EVER wrong-way turn onto a one-way street. (Again, I blame the Quebecois for their utter lack of appropriate directional signage).

Now, because the trip was already 2 weeks ago and I’ve bored you to tears with verbiage, I will let the pictures tell the story:

I thought it was a funny name for a spa

cow building around the corner from our b and b

hanging wabbits, vewwy scawwy

FISH SPA

(I happen to know what this is, do you? twinkly bonus points, people, but Hubby is not allowed to answer)

beautiful doorway, oh how I love thee

and another (and you know how I feel about transom windows)

cupcake shop right on our street! pretty, yummy, and a very nice proprietor: www.dliche.ca

details, baby

cherry blossoms, not as fabulous as the curlicue scroll but I like it

RANT ALERT! You have been forwarned!

beautiful anemone (-ae?) at the Biodome, which was rather a disappointment, to be honest, not only because where the fuck were all the animals, but for our folly as humans on so many levels. The Biodome, creating interior environments just for our pleasure and edification, the whole Olympic Park complex, all of that ugly concrete, all of that money, all of the maintenance, even if the Olympic pool was AWESOME and the anemone are pretty amazing as well as vagina-like and other orifices-like

I know this is long. I thought of breaking it up into two parts, but it would just be more photos, so just one more and I’ll quit

I loved the turquoise color on the walls and I like how my gaze is slightly heavenward (even if I sort of hate the way I look in the photo otherwise). I’m not even peeing or naked!

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