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I’ve been lazy lately in posting photos of my walks. Nothing special in my travels has piqued my fancy. That is until yesterday when I was inspired to get back on the horse by my walk on Beaubien. I honestly don’t know why Wellington in Verdun was voted the coolest street in the world by Time Out magazine when Beaubien clearly has it beat IMHO. As evidence I offer you the rooftop hand manipulating the strings on top of the Théatre de marionnettes. Who knew we even had a marionnette theatre? Anyway, it reminds me of a giant rooftop hand I saw in Old Montreal once. Maybe rootop hands are becoming a thing and I’ve uncovered a trend. And then there’s this cool guy taking his ease outside Librairie Résonance. Beaubien over Wellington? I rest my case.
OK. I said I was finished. And I was. I did cover every single street on my map. But I got bored once my project wound up, so I bought myself a new map. One that covers WAY more territory than my old one. For those of you who live in Montreal, you’ll understand when I say this map extends way up into the wilds of Laval and down into the South Shore, areas which, to a cloistered NDG person like myself, seem like the ends of the earth. I figure this expanded project should last me till I die, so I’m good for a while yet. My tombstone will say “she walked.” Or the equivalent in Hebrew. I was walking along Jarry Blvd. the other day, and passed the gorgeous tuk-tuk pictured above. Will definitely try out the restaurant next time I’m in the hood. On avenue Van Horne, I came across an overgrown field near the corner of St. Urbain, that’s filled with funky metal sculptures. There’s no sign that I could find to say who created them. A mystery. But worth a stop. And in my never ending search for topknots, this residential example on Van Horne.
Undertook a walk today that I’ve been avoiding for the entirety of my project, up to the top of Vincent d’Indy which my fellow Montrealers know will give you nosebleeds from the height. To give you some idea of the altitude, it used to have a ski lift running alongside, whose rusty remains are still there.
Got turned around in Old Montreal, and this is what I stumbled across. Sometimes getting lost is worth it. Not sure exactly where I saw this, but somewhere around the corner of St. Paul and St. Nicholas. Or could have been the corner of Le Moyne. Or not. Just walk around looking up. You can't miss it.
Just when I thought downtown held no more secrets for me, doesn't it throw me a curve? I was trying to knock McGill College off my list, a street I've walked up and down a million times in my working life, but today, when I looked up at the glass-fronted skyscraper that is the BNP-Parisbas building, people were rappelling down from the roof. Colour me impressed. I thought walking far was an achievement. Since I was already looking upwards, a few building topknots caught my eye. I'm especially fond of the first one that looks like it's home to Rapunzel.
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