Saturday, 18 May 2019

A Day in Montreal, Quebec

A Day in Montreal, Quebec


During his first visit to Montréal in 1888, Mark Twain proclaimed Montréal, 'The city of a hundred bell towers', saying, "This is the first time I was ever in a city where you couldn't throw a brick without breaking a church window." In this New World, the attraction of Old Montreal (and Quebec City) is strong, partly because of the age of the various architectural structures - including churches. 

Our hosts had suggested that we could take the train into Montreal from St. Jerome, thus saving the hassle of finding parking spots downtown.

It's a 35 minute drive from the cottage to the town of St. Jerome, the end of this particular line, north from Montreal. The EXO trains are similar to the GO trains in the Toronto area... double deckers - which allow good viewing from the upper level.


40 minutes later, the train arrived at De La Concorde station, in Laval, (they don't run into Montreal at the weekends, but connect with the underground Metro for the journey to the downtown area). The Metro train just took 35 minutes to get to the Old City area, our destination for the day.

The Metro trains sport rubber-tired wheels, which make for a smoother ride.  


Our first stop was the viewing area of the restaurant called, Les Enfants Terribles. There is also an outdoor patio overlooking the city, but it was too cool to sit outside - even for a coffee!




Raindrops on the windows (from a recent shower) blurred the view a little



No visit to Montreal would be complete for us without a visit to the Basilica of Notre Dame. A church has existed on this site since 1672, and the current edifice was completed by 1843. Upon its completion, it was the largest church in North America for 50 years. It is regarded as a masterpiece of Gothic Revival architecture. 


It is, perhaps, most famous for its interior - especially the altar and sanctuary areas. 

Courtesy of: http://gomontrealtourism.com/notre-dame-basilica/

Since we had attended the laser show, last August, we did not venture inside this time around.

Outside the basilica, there were several of the traditional calèches. This one was decked out for the spring! 




We walked from the Old City to the more modern part, taking in the different types of architecture.








Feeling the need for some refreshments, we stopped in at the Jardin Nelson, a cafe/restaurant at Place Jacques-Cartier. Here, we enjoyed a cafe-au-lait in a traditional bowl.


It was quite cool outside, so we were happy to have a heater above us!



Our next stop was St. Catherine Street - the famous venue for  Canada's largest (in area) Gay Village. During the summer months, this street becomes a pedestrian walkway which attract throngs of visitors from all backgrounds and places of origin. The suspended rainbow balls make it a very colourful experience.




"Love Always Wins"

Where's Waldo?  Marky?


Tim Hortons, displaying the rainbow flag.



Just a few blocks north, there were several interesting things to see, some of them quite humorous!

Outdoor, large chess game - it would seem that anyone could challenge others to a game!

'Les Chuchteuses' - (Three Women Chatting)

Not sure which one is goofy!!

Mark joined the Chuchteuses!


Our last destination for the day was a visit to St. Joseph's Oratory. Although we had both been to Montreal (separately and together) several times, neither of us had ever been inside this church. This time, we decided to dust off this 'ambition'.

The steps to the entrance were quite challenging!


The view, however, was worth the climb!


Inside, we were quite surprised at how relatively plain it was, compared to the ornate interior of the Basilica of Notre Dame.




We were lucky enough to be inside when the organist was practising for a recital.


Venturing down to the crypt, we found more traditional ornate decor, complete with stained glass windows.



On the way back to the Metro station, we discovered a wonderful fruit and veg market, and were in awe of the colourful displays and tempting aromas. 

















We were both tired at the end of our visit, and were grateful for the comfy seats on the train back to St. Jerome!


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Mount Tremblant National Park, Quebec

Mount Tremblant National Park, Quebec



For the last couple of weeks, we've been staying in a beautiful 'cottage' in the Laurentian Mountains, in Quebec, courtesy of our dear friends, Diane and Stephen. Apart from being a heavenly abode, situated on a lovely lake and surrounded by nature, it has given us the opportunity to explore what this province has to offer. It is not for nothing that it is known as 'La Belle Province'! 




One day, last week, we visited Mont Tremblant National Park. With over 1500 square kilometres to explore, it's perfect for a variety of activities, all year round. The weather was just right for hiking, hitting a nice 18 degrees Celsius, with a pleasant breeze. 





From the entrance gate, we drove 5 km in to the Chutes aux Rats, where we had our picnic lunch, basking in the warmth of the sun. The waterfalls were stunning and lent a great ambience to our outdoor lunch. 






After this, we went to another section of the park - some 49 km away - and hiked along a trail up to the lookout at La Roche. It took 1 hour and 45 minutes of continuous climbing at around 1 in 6 ratio of slope to a height of 656 ft above the lake.




The trail followed a terrific fast-flowing stream for most of the way, which made the climb not only more palatable, but positively pleasurable!






Stopping to take a breather every now and then, the climb to the top was totally worth it, with stunning panoramic views of the glacial valley, with two huge lakes and the Mont Tremblant highlands. Absolutely amazing! 





The hike down only took us 45 minutes, but we got our exercise in...and then some!  When we looked back up to the lookout place, I exclaimed to Mark that, if I had seen how far up we were going to climb, I probably would have volunteered to stay at the base, and waved to him from there! 


You can just see the lookout post at the 11:00 clock position (near the top of the mountain in a direct line above my finger)


That being said, I would not have experienced the views or the sense of achievement.

Before returning home, we ventured further into the park and took a short 500 metre hike to see the amazing Chute Croches. The sheer speed of the water over the rapids was to be beheld!




We arrived back at the cottage just in time to catch a lovely sunset over the lake.




We are so full of gratitude to our awesome friends, Diane and Stephen, for making this time possible for us! 



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Thursday, 4 April 2019

'Impossible' things before breakfast!!

'Impossible' things before breakfast!!




Around 5:00 a.m., this morning, I was in the middle of my 8th game of Sudoku on my cell phone when I was rudely interrupted by a sudden movement on the other side of the bed. A voice emerged from within the darkness, and here's the conversation as it unfolded!

Mark: I've been thinking...

Alan: Uh oh... 

Mark: I think we should go to the Dollarama and get two knives, two forks, and two spoons ready for our trip to Newfoundland...




Alan: OK....?

Mark: ...then we could stay on track with our Keto eating plan because I read that some fast food outlets will sell a burger with cheese and lettuce, without a bread roll, and we could enjoy them without using the plastic implements they provide. 

Alan: (Laughing)  I know someone who's really excited about our trip out East! 




Mark: (cutely whining) You are, too! 

Alan: Anyway, we've already got those things in our camping gear, so we could take them with us. 

Mark:  Oh, yeah!

Alan: Now you can sleep soundly, knowing that our cutlery needs will have been met! 

Mark: Put that phone down and get over here so I can snuggle you! 

Alan: (begrudgingly - NOT!!) OK. 




After a few minutes, the silence is broken, once again.

Alan: I've just had a thought! 

Mark: What now?

Alan: Why don't we drive up north and look for moose as dawn begins to break? 




Mark: What... NOW??

Alan: Why not?

Mark: Better still, why don't we walk into town, have a coffee at McDonald's, and walk back? That way, we'll get our exercise in, and any extra walking we do will be a bonus. 

Alan: OK. Let's go. 

It's a round trip of about 7 km, and we enjoyed our walk, even though it was -9 degrees Celsius. The morning was fresh, with no wind, so the temperature was stable. 




We talked about our travel plans, about the memories we had already accumulated, and how lucky we were to have so many friends here, in town, as well as beyond. 

I was reminded of Alice in Wonderland, where she said, 




It's amazing what can be accomplished before breakfast - and even more amazing that it all started with knives and forks! 

I love living my life with a hubby who is just as crazy as I am!! 

Now, back to my Sudoku! 







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Wednesday, 20 March 2019

Crossing the Frozen Lake!

Crossing the Frozen Lake!


Elliot Lake looking west


Last Sunday, St. Patrick's Day, was absolutely gorgeous! The sky was clear with not a cloud in sight, so we decided to take a hike on the frozen surface of Elliot Lake, from Spine Beach to Spruce Beach. 




Although the snowfall has been of record proportions this winter, the surface was quite solid, the snow having been either blown away by the wind, or packed down by the activity of snowmobiles. 


Spruce Beach, in the distance


Our destination was a small rock, out from Spruce Beach, that is well-known by the locals as a point to aim for when swimming in the summer months. 


Courtesy of https://www.theweathernetwork.com/photos/view/outdoor-activities/having-a-look-elliot-lake/30605220

On our way, there was little, if any, wind - not even a breeze - and so we felt the welcome warmth of the sun on our faces. 


It always amazes us when the sun is refracted by the particles of snow and ice. We could actually see a plethora of colour. This video clip gives a rough idea of what we were seeing, though the colours are not so clear. (Next time, I'll have to hold the camera still, instead of moving it around so much).





No matter how long I live in Canada, I will never cease to be in awe of how much activity there is on the frozen lakes - especially here, up North. We have seen large trucks, safely negotiating their way across to the other side, as well as numerous semi-permanent ice huts that are put in place as soon as it is safe to do so, and removed - usually by the end of March. The first winter we were here, we went to the Winter Fest, at Spruce Beach, and stood watching two cart horses pulling a large cart on skis around the rock and back to the beach. 

Today, we watched as an ice hut was being transported back onto the land. 





We took our time so that we could enjoy the spectacular open scenery from a vantage point that can usually be experienced only from watercraft in the summer. 


An ATV making its way across from one beach to another

St. Joseph's Hospital, Elliot Lake

Spine Beach, in the distance - our starting point

Snowmobile keeping close to the shoreline

Love the silhouette of the trees against the blue sky





Occasionally, our footfall would dig deeper into the snow - almost 6 inches, at times! 


Our normal footprints...


Sinking in!


We remarked upon how brave we had become since our earlier days together! Here's the story...

Back in the early 90's, we were staying at a friend's cottage, near Bancroft, Ontario. It was during March Break, after quite a cold winter. It was my first time venturing out onto a frozen lake and it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I had joined Mark in doing so. Just as we began to enjoy the experience, we suddenly heard some cracking sounds and the ice gave way beneath our feet. Our boots were in water, and we began to think we were going to go under! So, we started to make for the shore, in earnest, feeling more and more insecure as the ice cracked under each step we took. 

When we got back to the shore, we were sharing our experience with Pat, the owner of the cottage, and she explained that there had been a partial melt, and then a refreezing. So, in fact, under a thin layer of ice (that we had punctured), and under about an inch of water that had melted and not refrozen, there was probably 3 - 4 feet of solid ice!  So, we were not in any danger of falling through at all! 

Knowing this, and seeing the amount of traffic on the lake - plus being aware of the extreme cold over a period of time, we find it less disconcerting these days!

When we reached the rock, Mark rushed forward to climb the icy heights. 





Once at the top, he posed for a photo op. The song, 'I'm the King of the Castle' came to mind - and I'm sure he saw himself as such. Those who know him, however, will attest that he is really, 'the dirty rascal'! After all, it is the quiet ones you have to watch!


I stayed safely at the base of the rock! 




On the way back, the wind had started to come up and the stinging on our faces took some getting used to. That being said, it was exhilarating to be out there, moving our bodies, and enjoying the vistas that only winter can provide. 



Our normal picnic area - but not today! Also, you can't see where the beach ends and the lake begins, though you can hear the difference when you are walking on both surfaces

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Addendum:

While we were at a couple of house/pet sits in Southern Ontario from January to March, we had a lot of snowfall. However, when we got back to Elliot Lake, we could not get over how much snow had fallen on our home town. We took this video of  our short journey from Spine Beach to our apartment so that we could share how high the snowbanks had accumulated along the roadside; and this was after so much snow had been carted off, and a brief melt had taken place!




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