let there be night

Once upon the month of June I had a Saturday afternoon to myself and decided to go to the see the more touristy part of Montreal in the Old Port. It was a beautiful sunny day and I walked and walked.

 They have made a fun little city beach, same style as in Paris. Really adorable with my favorite bridge as a view. The white tower you see to the right is the Clock Tower built in 1919-1922 and dedicated to the Canadian sailors who died in World War I.

 I walked and sat down, walked and sat down. Couldn't stop enjoying the view. Who needs to travel when you live in a city like this? Felt once again that I was on a mini vacation but there I was on walking distance from my apartment.

This thing about living in the moment is so easy when the summer sets its mind to it. 
Day turned to early evening and at one point my man joined me from his own activities. There we were walking looking at the sun setting and embracing the moon joining our company.

We were both amazed by the this crazy feeling of being in another country. So we walked and walked.

We walked until my feet tried politely to wish my high heels goodnight. 

We walked until my feet kicked my pink high heels farewell and continued their way bare feet. 

A building caught my full attention both during the day and in the evening. Mystical and majestical it was and is. It spoke to me and so I decided I had to come back when there was less night and more light. 

to be continued once upon a Sunday in June