|The view from our window in Old Montreal|
We stayed at Le Westin in Old Montreal - a lovely, spacious room, a pool for the kids and a great central location. Once we arrived, we had an uninspiring meal at a pizza joint down the street (slow if friendly service, undercooked pizza, not inexpensive too unfortunately) on Wednesday night. We had gotten to that point where you wander around enough and are hungry enough to settle for something that's not that great. A shame since there are so many great places to eat here. But we won't belabor the point, it could have been an off night for the restaurant and the waiting staff was very friendly, very hospitable.
|Brunch at Le Cartet|
In the rain we cabbed it up to the Musée des beaux-arts de Montréal, 1379 Sherbrooke O. While waiting for the rain to subside we slipped into The Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul, 3415 Redpath, a Presbyterian church built in 1931-32, to admire the stained glass (the piece below is above the altar). Pressed to "donate" towards a CD of the choir we pagans demurred and continued on to the Musée. My interest in churches in purely aesthetic.
|The Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul|
|My girls J, K and T in portico of the Church sheltering from rain|
Back in our room to rest. R and J went swimming in the pool as I prepared for the reading that night. I was to read a small section of the first chapter of Made Up of Arias. There were several other readers and a singer featured.
We decided to walk to the The Yellow Door Poetry & Prose Reading Series at 3625 Aylmer en famille. I remembered that my sister used to live on Aylmer near McGill University back in the day. I was the second reader and despite my support system I felt that I faltered. My reading was shaky and uninspiring. Of course the family was very kind, very complimentary. They said, "You always read well!" but that wasn't really so. Little things really throw me off - a new venue, if I get a sense the crowd is not "with me", etc ...
|Green Tea ice cream at Tatami|
Hmm, not a good choice perhaps. The gyoza, which I prefer soft and lightly fried, were crispy hard and brown. The sushi was presented in an odd way with fresh fruit (blueberries and strawberries) and fresh flowers in a haphazardly designed manner. They couldn't serve any cocktails because they had no bartender that night. How weird! The place had such an odd vibe to it and the service was a tad lackadaisical. It seemed to have deteriorated from the last time we ate there two or three years ago. How frustrating as I came armed with a long list of good restaurants recommended by friends!
But it's great to be here with TTK regardless of what we do ...
|My beloved: R, J & K|