I was keen to show my roommate of the night, Yukiko, a bit of Montreal so headed back up Mont Royal. Besides, a week of maximal eating and minimal exercising required some remedial regimen. What a difference a week makes. Parc Mont Royal morphed from a crown of flaming red and golden hues to a barren treed scape.
We meandered through McGill University, pass the water reservoir and treatment plant, and down steep Peel Ave, admiring the staircases that is almost ubiquitous in Montreal architectural styles.
Today’s agenda: evaluations, last minute shopping, long goodbyes, then homeward bound.
I head over to Patisserie Belge, my favourite bake shop in town, to load up on chaussons aux pommes (apple turnovers, French style) and Opera pastries, to consume over days while back in Toronto.
A quick commute--Porter's intercity shuttle drops me off at the Billy Bishop Toronto city airport.
I get home, drop off my bags, then head out to improv class. The fatigue of the week sets in halfway through the class. The minutes couldn't crawl by any slower until I could crawl between my own 800 count Egyptian cotton sheets and sleep.
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