Three hours north of New Hampshire we entered the French Providence of Quebec, Canada. I noticed an immediate and exciting difference the moment we crossed the border. Street signs and highway exits were all in french and I was filled with anticipation as we approached the city of Montreal.
We arrived in the city under the cover of darkness and pouring rain. The street where our hotel was located was blanketed block by block with cafes, bistros and restaurants from every nationality and culture. After we checked in to our room we headed out in search of one of Canada’s most praised and original dishes, poutine. Poutine is a sensational combination of french fries and cheese curds topped with gravy. With those three elements at the helm, one could add other ingredients such as roasted tomato and basil if you wanted to go the Italian route, or add a handful of chicken and a dash of tzatziki sauce to give the poutine more of a Greek flare. With poutine, anything is possible. So on a cold rainy night in a new city, what more could we possibly want? After a few minutes of intense deliberation over the many different poutine options, Andrew and I confidently selected the “Montreal” poutine (fitting, really), a showstopping combination of french fries, cheese curds, and slow-cooked pulled pork all tossed about in barbecue sauce. I swear I heard angels sing when I took my first bite.
The following morning we bundled up for a long day in the city and made our way to the common room downstairs for breakfast where we were served the most wonderful croissants. I would argue the world would be a happier place if everyone started off their day with a croissant.
We were happy to see clear sunny skies when we stepped outside. A perfect day to explore Montreal. We made our way to Old City via a street called Rue St. Paul. It was a narrow cobblestoned street lined with shops, restaurants and cafes, and outside each entrance hung intricate and charming signs. It felt like Europe. Andrew and I enjoyed taking it all in (I might have snapped photos of every storefront), and from time to time we would walk into one of the patisseries to share a french pastry.
By 10:45am we found ourselves gazing up at the Basilique Notre-Dame de Montreal (no relation to Notre-Dame de Paris). It was simply stunning and deserved our attention. We went inside to join a tour group that began at 11am, but not before taking a few moments to soak in the beauty of this place. A photo of the alter is below because words are simply not enough.
From the basilica we decided to check out the Montreal Observatory that sat atop a hill that overlooked the city. It certainly required an uphill battle. We first walked several blocks on an incline (similar to a street you’d find in San Fran) and I was foolish to think we had arrived when the street finally leveled out. It was then I noticed a park across the street that had a path layered with steps up another hill. God, help me, I didn’t think I was going to make it. Andrew was perfectly fine, of course. After the climb we walked on to the courtyard that looked over the city. In that instant I knew it was all worth it. The city stretched out before us, and I loved the way the sun rays made some of the buildings glisten. We stayed up there for a while, enjoying the view and admiring the city (and admittedly waiting until my breathing evened out energy returned).
We walked back down and made our way to Montreal’s university to call on old friend and colleague of Andrew’s (he seems to have friends on all corners of the earth). His friend wasn’t in the office, but we enjoyed exploring the campus. 7 hours and 7 miles later we arrived back at the hotel for some much needed rest before heading back out for our final evening in city. We decided to check out an Indian restaurant that had some impressive reviews. As we walked in I quickly realized this was going to become my favorite moment in Montreal. The restaurant was small, dimly lit, and was packed with people. I noticed that in the three corners of the restaurant groups of people were sitting on the floor, and I suddenly realized that they weren’t just sitting there, they were LOUNGING while EATING their food. Their shoes were off and they relaxed against pillows under hanging lanterns and candles. Ever since I saw the 90’s reboot of the film “Sabrina” where Sabrina and Harrison Ford’s character eat on the floor in an Asian restaurant it has been my dream to do something similar. AND THIS WAS MY CHANCE. Again, this place was packed and most people had reservations, so it seemed unlikely that one of only three corners would be available for us. We walked up to the hostess and asked her if it was possible to be seated in one of the corners, so she looked around the room and told us that the back corner would be free for us. OH MY GOODNESS. Had we walked in any earlier, or any later, we would not have had the most amazing dining experience. We enjoyed our Indian dinner and a bottle of red wine in a corner of pillows that could fit up to 5 people. It was an absolute dream, just an absolute dream!
The next morning, with croissants in hand and a whole lot of love for the city in our hearts, we bid Montreal goodbye and began our journey home. It was a wonderful end to our road trip and only made me more excited for our next journey.
In 6 days Andrew and I will be getting on a plane and flying to Beijing, China for two and a half days before flying to Australia for a month. I’ve been waiting for this trip ever since I fell in love Andrew. This is my chance to finally meet my Australia family, and I’m so excited to love on them and spend the Christmas holidays there. You better believe I’ll be blogging and sharing my stories and insights. We do roam, right?
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! May God bless you and your loved ones during this holiday season.