This street (rue de Vaudreuil in Old Montreal) was supposed to be on my route today, but the gods of construction begged to differ. I’m not usually a flexible person (Ron will attest to that), but today I acquitted myself nicely, and took an alternative walk along St. Amable. The flowers? Fake, but still lovely. Also, in all my twisting and turning I ended up in a shop where I bought this little yellow bus to keep my ice cream truck company. Still in Old Montreal, I learned a few things from some plaques. The first is to commemorate Marie-Josephe-Angélique, a slave who was accused of arson in Montreal while attempting to escape bondage. She was judged, hung and then burned in Montreal in 1734, and her ashes scattered to the four winds. (My loose translation) Then, at Place d'Armes, this shiny baby commemorates the site of the first skyscraper in Canada.
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