Watched Tracks the other night and Robyn Davidson’s trek struck me as similar to mine. She picked a block of territory and felt compelled to cover it, with only a paper map to guide her. OK, so she walked 2000 miles solo across the Australian desert with three pack-camels and a dog, but still I consider us soul sisters. Maybe someone will do a movie about me? Now I know where I should be buying my clothes, and both places are on Beaubien. If I’m in the mood for “pre-worn,” this Friperie caught my eye. But if I want new québécois designers, pas trop cher, it's Mansarde Bleue. Also accessories, jewellery, fun stuff. Where else can you buy avocado themed socks? Another bicycle creation I can't actually identify. My denial of winter is breaking down - flurries predicted for this Thursday, October 27. The city must believe the weather report. They're removing the potted trees for safe-keeping. Personal statement writ large. I wish more stores used old-timey signage like this.
It's nice to see that not everyone is so accepting of winter being just around the corner. A relief from early adopters of driveway igloos and cocomatting. Uber Muskoka chairs opposite the Journal de Montreal HQ. Iberville is one helluva long street. I gave up for the day at Ontario, to get on the Frontenac metro, and this guy greeted me at the entrance.
Edward Scissorhands visits Anwoth Crescent in Westmount. In lowly NDG where I live, if a sign and a hedge are in conflict, the hedge bites the dust. There’s no creative trimming to let everyone get along in peace and harmony.
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