We spent a week in Montreal, and were introduced to the city by the gay Canadian agriculturalists.
Canadian cities take a while to appear complicated. Downtown Montreal was torn up by parking lots and punctuated by grey midcentury architecture. It's the people who make the city real.
The city's strange charm took hold of me, and by the time we left I had grown very attached to it. I want to think it's the kind of city D.C. could be if the people here were not afraid to be creative. Life seems lived with a certain flair, a love of performance. Public art, temporary and permanent, can be found everywhere.
So many bookstores.
The Montreal curling club: