Le Joy de Montréal.
Sunday morning I wake up to a beautiful sunny day in a gorgeous Hotel by the name of "Château de l'Argoat”. I jump in the shower then take off for my day’s explorations. I stop at this very chic little café on St Denis for breakfast. Once done, and coffee in hand, I continue my adventure in one of the most beautiful urban landscapes I have ever seen.
As I walk up St Denis I come across a little park by the name of " Square St Louis". The park, which is in full blossom, gives off the impression of being entirely pink from the blossoming flowers on the trees. The smell of nectar in the air is intoxicating. I feel my heart swelling up with joy as though I was a child who had found a place to call his own. Perhaps it was the euphoria of being in Montreal on a whim, or maybe the effects of spring were stronger than I realized.
I can't help but smile as I notice at the entrance to the park a beautiful couple sitting down having a picnic. They have all their belongings spread out on the ground on a blanket and are in the process of feeding some pigeons. Well the pigeons have their own ideas in mind and, being natives of Montreal themselves, decide to take matters into their own hands (or wings for lack of a better word). They start cooing the young couple to death with their sheer numbers in the hopes of receiving more food.
The couple breaks out in uproarious laughter at being overwhelmed by the feeding frenzy. I couldn’t help but chuckle out loud at the whole situation. I felt an immediate bond with the young couple, as though I had shared a moment in their joy.
As I progress through the park, newspaper in hand, I come across a young man by the name of Tom. Turns out he's from London England and has been in Montreal for several years. I find myself surprised by that fact because he seems to have adapted to the Montreal way of life so well. He seemed to belong in the park, as though he had always been there.
Well, being someone from Ottawa and him being a foreigner, the conversation of course lead to the comparison of different cultures and cities. I'm sure by now you're aware that I only had good things to say. About an hour into our conversation, which has already managed to cover a wide variety of topics, from love to philosophy, I decide another coffee is in order.
I set off, my destination in mind. As I arrived once again to the entrance of the park, I came across the same young couple. They had finished their meal, food items stored away neatly in the picnic basket (possibly for fear of more scrupulous and ravenous scavengers with such witty charms).
I witnessed the most romantic moment I have ever seen. The young man, while sitting in front of the tree using it as a support, has his girlfriend snuggled closely in front of him, her head leaned back on his chest, his arms around her in order to play his guitar. I could not hear the music coming from the guitar, because the noise of the wind was in my ears, but I swear I could hear music emanating from the two of them.
I could not have smiled more then I did at that very moment.
On my way back into the park, I refused to look in their direction for fear of ruining my initial impression. I never follow my own rules. I glanced to where they were sitting earlier only to discover that they had gone.
The rest of my weekend was celebrated as these people in the park had taught me. I never enjoyed myself more.
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