December 05, 2009 4:32 AM- vendredi, part two
It's early morning. Early = dark outside. Jeanine has just put a frothy cappuchino down
next to me. Did you know she used to be a barrista?
Seriously, people--- that sentence is loaded. One, Jeanine is a rock star. Two, I am
typing to you before caffeine has hit my system.
You have been warned.
We spent the morning and afternoon in Mile End and then went down to the Old Port where
we walked around until it got dark. I found the. most. amazing. artist-- I'm absolutely in
love love love-- but I am not sharing her here, yet.
Then we stopped in a pub and drank some red wine before coming back here. Christine has
learned some new camera tricks from Jeanine and was racing across railroad tracks and
running up to blue lights on telephone polls. (Be sure to watch her blog in the next few
weeks-- she is gonna pull out a can of photo whupass on you). When she came to join us
in the pub (me, of course, was all-- hey! I know-- let's just go sit and drink!) she was still
completely consumed with her new passion-- it was very cool, actually, and made me think,
hmm, next time I get together with Jeanine, I think I'm gonna have her teach me some
photography, too.
It's fun to be driving around Montreal. Although both Christine and Jeanine have now seen
that the stories I have shared with you about my complete lack of navigational skills are no
urban legends. In fact, as we arrived Thursday night, we were coming up to Jeanine's
street which required we turn left on it. So I slid into the left lane well before we reached
the corner and put on my blinker.
Christine began hyperventilating and found it hard to communicate with me. Strange word
combinations were coming out of her mouth.
Christine: Right. Wrong. Be Right.
Me: No, her street is one way but it's going left, I can see the arrow. It's all
good.
Christine: (pointing at the headlights coming directly at us, and breathing more
heavily, still not quite getting through to me) Cars. Wrong. Hurt. Pain.
Fortunately, the first car in line simply slowed to a stop so I could maneuver between it and
the CAR NEXT TO ME ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROAD because, er, obvs, I was still in the
mode of driving on multilane interstate.
I rolled down my window and waved and smiled and pointed to my license plate and I felt,
rather keenly, as they slowly passed me, they craned their necks to get a good look at my
species.
Bisous, E
got 2 cents?
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lizardek says: O! It's beautiful! Is it more magical than Paris? It looks like it's right up there! posted on: December 05
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Megsie says: There is that green wall again! This time with a blue phone. LOVE. Your photos are so beautiful. I love night photos. posted on: December 05
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Lauren says: You and my friend Paige can compare notes: she once ended up in North Carolina while coming home from a riding lesson. Our college was in South Carolina. 60 miles from the border. posted on: December 05
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doorways traveler says: feeling the light and the directionless fun.
gorgeous.
adore you and your blue nail polish.
posted on: December 06
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Jazz says: Damn, seeing your pictures makes me love my city all over again... posted on: December 06
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stef says: such beautiful photos - would love to go there! love reading your stories! xoxo posted on: December 07
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forrest says: love the pictures, they are so amazing! posted on: December 07
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Amy says: oh that little gnome is killing me, slowly, gorgeously and the lights. need to get to Montreal with a camera and your eyes! posted on: December 07
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