You have to get a good first impression of a place that sells fresh flowers at the airport. We were told to take a bus downtown and get off at the last stop...which clearly means something different in French than it does in English because there was only one stop. I must be looking older today because the bus ticket lady gave us the "senior discount."
We went to eat at the port in Old Montreal. We ate at a hospital built in 1694. The structure was renovated in 1967 and is now called Gibbys, the name coming from the horses' stalls which were located inthe central countyard.
I had sirloin en crote which was a steak encrusted with Dijon mustard, breadcrumbs and black peppercorns. I was feeling quite"crote"ish evidently, because we shared hot apple crote for dessert which was a fantastically delicious cross between a crossaint and puff pastry laced with hot caramel and apples. The French have a wonderful reputation for cooking for a reason!
Afterwards we walked along the quays (pronounced keys) and up to the Place Jacques-Cartier. It was like Disneyland only much better because it was real...sidewalk artists, flowercarts, street entertainers, all the windows decorated with flowers and open so that the patrons could enjoy the warm evening. It's spring here in Montreal and tonight the scent of lilac is heavy in the air.
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