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luckycanuckI had breafast out this morning and the eggs and bacon and blueberry pancakes with real maple syrup took me through most of the day. After a walk around some more Ottawa sights and a crossover to the Quebec side of the river, I went down to the Greyhound station and just got on a bus that got me à La Belle Province by about 16h30.
I tried getting a ticket for the Métro but wound up getting one that wasn't vailid until 18h00 and had to get another one. It worked out well though, as I put the evening ticket to extensive use for the rest of the night.
Dinner was had along with a brief trip to Mile End as suggested by a girl a l'auberge where I came across Montréal's first bagel bakery. The nice Jewish girl there blushed when I told her I was using her bagels to measure against New York's bagels.
Ottawa is a city that is almost 50/50 on language use. There is plenty of French spoken there but somehow it always surprised me to hear it. Montreal is more Francophone but there is still plenty of English spoken. Here, however, I instinctively want to parle Francais. Hearing English somehow sounds odd. This really is a bilingual city and I'm never quite sure which language to lead in with.
So far Montréal has a bit of a Melbourney feel, that is if Melbourne spoke French.
I went with a group of people from the hostel to a tour of microbreweries tonight, but after we got to the first pub I realised that I really didn't care to spend a night with the others. Nothing personal, I just didn't really care if I spent an evening with them when I could go off on my own. So I did just that and had a drink at a place suggested by my old friend in Ottawa before returning home to plan for tomorrow.
Maybe I will run to the top of Mont Royal before checking out in the morning.
I tried getting a ticket for the Métro but wound up getting one that wasn't vailid until 18h00 and had to get another one. It worked out well though, as I put the evening ticket to extensive use for the rest of the night.
Dinner was had along with a brief trip to Mile End as suggested by a girl a l'auberge where I came across Montréal's first bagel bakery. The nice Jewish girl there blushed when I told her I was using her bagels to measure against New York's bagels.
Ottawa is a city that is almost 50/50 on language use. There is plenty of French spoken there but somehow it always surprised me to hear it. Montreal is more Francophone but there is still plenty of English spoken. Here, however, I instinctively want to parle Francais. Hearing English somehow sounds odd. This really is a bilingual city and I'm never quite sure which language to lead in with.
So far Montréal has a bit of a Melbourney feel, that is if Melbourne spoke French.
I went with a group of people from the hostel to a tour of microbreweries tonight, but after we got to the first pub I realised that I really didn't care to spend a night with the others. Nothing personal, I just didn't really care if I spent an evening with them when I could go off on my own. So I did just that and had a drink at a place suggested by my old friend in Ottawa before returning home to plan for tomorrow.
Maybe I will run to the top of Mont Royal before checking out in the morning.
