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

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