Little details of Montreal life, things we tend to overlook when we’ve been living here for a while, become mysterious and poetic when Cassandra writes about them. Next time I hear the honk honk honk of the tow trucks prior to snow removal, I’ll think of the fog horns of San Francisco. Different city, different urban music.
With the right frame of mind, Montreal can quickly turn into a playground. How about this playful obstacle course captured by Patrick’s quick eye?
