Halloween in Montreal

Last weekend summer time turned to winter time, we gained an hour, people were celebrating Halloween and I went walking and walking. Plenty of people had a lot of fun, other had a productive time, some were working, others relaxing and I was walking and walking. Friday I walked from my place to Bar à Vin on St Denis. Stopped to look at a church on the way. I liked the funky way it was lit up. Montreal is full of these artsy funky things. Creativeness just grows like mushrooms in this city. One of the 2 billion reasons I love this place.

There were plenty of people dressed up in costumes, some scarier than others. My favorite one was a man sitting alone in a restaurant on St Catherine's street dressed up as a bishop. Why would you dress up and be alone? How weird. Unless he actually was a bishop. His way of looking at me and making some kind of "God bless your soul signs" made me however doubt his authenticity. 

I made it to my Bar a vin. (http://www.baravin.ca). Love this place and started going here already in April, when it had opened it's doors only two months before. I might be alone but never feel lonely when entering this place. It's owned by a french couple who moved to Montreal recently. I very much enjoy talking to them, hearing their story and telling mine while eating a ever so delicious tartare au boeuf and obviously sipping on some great french wines.

Saturday I walked up on my favorite bridge, the Jacques Cartier. Other people have their Mecca, their Vatican etc, I have my Jacques Cartier.

I'm totally and utterly in love with him. It's just this magic connection between a girl and her bridge…

I was walking and walking. Tried to walk away from my bad, sad mood. Wanted to walk away from feeling alone, lonely, sad, sad, sad. Sometimes our feelings are not based on reality, they aren't very accurate. I wasn't alone, I had somebody there walking next to me all this time.

On Sunday. We got up and continued walking. Chasing squirrels in the park, enjoying the sunshine, and company of other humans and dogs. 

When you walk long enough, you walk away from from crappy mood swings and other inconveniently unpleasant feelings. 

I don't know if it was me walking him or him walking me but I guess it doesn't matter. Together we made it through my first Halloween in Montreal.