The air is so crisp this time of year in Montreal, I literally walk down the street breathing in so deep, I can only imagine I look like I’m smelling something completely foul. It isn’t as cold as I remember however, as a friend of mine griped about last night.  Can’t say I’ve met a French person who liked the bitter cold as much as he does. I mean, I’m a fan of the seasons myself, but you don’t hear me wishing for below zero temperatures! He described a time last winter where it was so cold it made your face swell. Swollen faces, that’s what we have to look forward to everybody.
I have wrestled back and forth so many times as to whether or not to live and work in Montreal. There is something about this city that I just can’t place. The je ne sais quoi factor may seem like a lame excuse to avoid making a definite decision, and in part it is.  It is based more on a feeling than any other palpable explanations. The sense that this is my city, a place I can wrap my mind around. For years I went to school and worked in NYC and the pace was addicting, but I never felt like I kept up to speed.
I can’t tell you the happiness it brings me to see old faces that I don’t get to see that often. Tomorrow I get to see La Bande de Boudoir. We chose this name in honor of our bar and our common penchant for cheap drinks and some laughs.
Ok I fess up. You can see that there are still leaves on the trees in these photographs. That is because they are the photos I took a couple months ago on my last trip to Montreal. My camera is currently in the shop breathing its last breath. The staircases of the homes in Montreal are very much an image I have of this city and when I walk by them I know I’m really here.Â
These pictures are relevant to the feelings I have at the moment. Can I have nostalgia for a city, that I’m currently in? Most likely because I’m not sure if I will stay.
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