Sorry I've been MIA but we moved from our suburban home of 24 years in the West Island into a rambling old flat in Montreal. I'm slowly adjusting to life in the city, as is Buddy who put up a fuss when we left him alone for a few hours so we could eat outdoors and people watch on Rue St. Catherine. We're still knee deep (well, chest deep) in boxes and it will take a while to figure out where everything goes but we'll get there. Doug is happy happy happy as he now has a five minute walk to his office instead of an early morning commute through construction zones and bumper to bumper traffic. Now he strolls along a tree lined street, past Dawson College, the former Mother House of the Congrégation de Notre-Dame.
I have no idea where I'm going to get groceries or where the post office is or even where to haul my garbage, but I'll go exploring when I get our new digs sorted out. This place is old, built in 1928. It has a working fireplace (in theory only, since we're in the midst of a heatwave so I'm not testing it) and high ceilings and it overlooks a lovely garden belonging to the squash club next door. All the beauty of flowers with none of the work!
Just wanted to let you know where I was. A whole different set of photos will be happenin' from now on.
But first, another box to unload, another cupboard to fill.