international tourist destination:
That's a terrible photo of Keaton. Better?:
Clearly not. I apologise.
This is the best part of the city if only for the fact that it takes you out of Montréal. Photogenic outsiders instead of too-bored collectivists. Stripes and stars and red and yellow instead of blue Fleurdelisés. Cobblestone and limestone instead of orange brick and godknowshoworwhy they put these structures together. Really, even the under-twenty dollar (including tax and tip) lunch (bruschetta, soup, meal, dessert, two alcoholic drinks) added to the feeling that I wasn't in taxation hell.
We were in the nieghbourhood of my two favourite buildings in Montréal (the Palais de justice de Montréal and the Aldred Building), and we sat on the grass.
More:
This is from a while ago. The night I made out with Sam, my canine friend. And Mikel balanced a stick atop his head while elegantly sipping gin from an iced-tea can.
Fuck, I've been terrible. I can feel myself getting stupider.
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