montréal: lost in translation

The sun had not yet risen when we left for Montréal on board a ViaRail train. The island of Montréal sits just five hours from Toronto by train, but it could have been some other place on the other end of the world.

The moment I stepped foot on Montréal, I was enthralled.

I've always had a love affair with all things French. Perhaps it's in the lovely way the language curls on your tongue, or the exquisitely simple taste of French cuisine, or perhaps even the romance of a place called Paris.

I've always dreamed of Paris.

But this is enough. For now.