From the last few days in Montreal:
Walking along a neighborhood street on a spectacular June afternoon, bits of fluff swirling quietly ahead of me along the sidewalk, eddying around my feet as I go. A 20-something couple pass on bikes, stop at a traffic light just ahead, talking in French. As I come abreast of them, he gets impatient re: waiting for the light and takes off, she calls out plaintively, remaining where she is. He continues on, calling out an answer in curt, impatient tones. (What a smoothie.) The light turns, she follows.
Yesterday, outside the entrance to McGill University's campus: a crowd of one to two hundred people, holding Iranian flags, chanting, 'Where's my vote?'
I pass a couple sitting in a doorway, kissing, that makes me smile. Another woman seems me smiling because of them, we smile at each other.
At La Ronde Saturday evening, invited to see a fireworks display, part of the Montreal Fireworks Festival, though this show not part of the official competition. Lovely, with brilliant, intense moments. I'm told the display received an evaluation of 6.5 out of 10, my friend E. (she who finagled my invitation) assures me this display hardly compares with the festival's usual fare.
At the Museum of Fine Arts' exhibit re: John Lennon/Yoko Ono, a crowded, lively, emotional show. Cameras are not only allowed, they're encouraged, leading to impromptu photo-ops everywhere.
Overheard on the street this morning: "You can't go around attacking people with an angel!"
Truer words were never blathered.
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From Saturday evening's finale:
España, te echo de menos
rws 11:24 AM [+]
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