Longing for change I booked a train from Ottawa to Montreal over Halloween weekend, a city I've been to a few times but have never fully explored.
Although my train arrived late there was much to do so I dropped my bags off at the hostel and met up with a fellow traveller who I had been corresponding with briefly and went about my day, wandering the city and enjoying the street art and regretting not bringing another sweater or two. While my French is limited I was able to navigate the city quite easily which was perfect for Halloween when my aforementioned travelling friend, her friends and I all went mini-putting at Putting Edge after a few drinks to celebrate the occasion.
The next day was much more productive with a quick bite to eat at M Montreal's complimentary breakfast I went into Old Montreal. While the iconic and oh-so beautiful Notre-Dame Basilique was closed in the morning I enjoyed the rainy sights and sounds of the people and the city on an early Sunday, something that you would be a fool to miss in such an enigmatic city. My wanderings led me to a small cafe near Mont-Royal which I was lucky enough to find was a cat cafe before I decided to walk at least some of the mountain before it turned too dark and too cold to do so.
Upon returning to the hostel there was a comedy show which we all deemed truly, truly awful but it was a reparable evening for the most part as we were lead to a salsa club where we danced with each other and strangers, who for the most part were much better than we were at it but the fun of it was not to be missed and we were glad not to have as it could've easily been so as it's a hole in the wall but as the whole in the wall didn't have a visible sign outside if you wish to go yourself it will be a bit hard to find it as well but if you can't, don't miss out on your chance to go to a local spot where you have the time of your life.
The rest of my trip was more singular as I had meetings, from family to old friends but I ended with a high! Seeing Halsey live at the Metropolis. It left me with a sore throat and an even greater love of the city as I've always felt and still do, that Paris is not a city I could fall in love with but Montreal - she has had my heart from day one. It is a place of nostalgia for a life that isn't my own but read between the pages of books or in old polaroids. It is the box of old love letter's you find that belonged to a parent from before you ever were a thought. It's true life - young and wild life. It feels indestructible as we all do when we're a teenager, perhaps because She is in comparison to Paris. This is why I've loved Montreal so much and for so long. A city you shouldn't miss on any North American trip!