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July in La métropole

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Beautiful storm clouds followed us as Mom and I drove north from Philadelphia. Ominous colours, but I liked the shape.


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Our first morning here, we went to a beautiful little tea shop right up the road from our hostel, and I got to indulge in a giant bowl of matcha, my favourite type of tea. We went here on our last (my first) trip last summer, too - tradition begins!


market

On Wednesday, we took a half-day walking tour of the city, including a long stop in the open market in Little Italy.


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One woman sadly felt the need to create a sign for her bicycle in both languages reminding the public that it was not a waste receptacle. As sad as it is that this was necessary, I admire her ingeuinity!

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There is a movement going on to green the city by filling back alleyways with gardens and trees. So inspiring.

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Yoga time! Very peaceful class, though as usual I wished for more French and less English. C'est la vie.

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In The Village (the high point of the gay life, and strongly supported by all three levels of government), we happened upon a festival promoting local foods. There were many samples from local farmers, and one table was making food sculptures with kids.

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This wise sign reminds us (roughly translated), “You can’t by happiness, but you can buy chocolate, and that’s sort of the same thing.” Heck yeah.

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Aaaaand... the main street of The Village remains as epic as ever.

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This piano is one of many that were placed around the city just to get people out and about playing music together in the community. WHAT.




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And my high point... brunch! Crudessence, the local raw vegan gourmet spot, may be my favourite place in the world right now. Well, favourite place to eat, at least.

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foxestacado
Aug. 22nd, 2013 08:46 pm (UTC)
Such a lovely beautiful place!
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

--Emily Dickinson