I hesitate to call it one of the most beautiful cities in the world, but only because I believe every city is beautiful in its own way. There’s an old world charm to it, perhaps because of the architecture and French-filled streets; there’s no honking, no madness, no rush. Very unlike New Jersey, and very much unlike New York City. It runs on air and clean streets, Montreal; New York thrives on hasty energy and clogged traffic. There’s a divide in culture and atmosphere and vibe—but to each their own. I love both.
I hear French-twinged accents and melt at these people’s abilities to switch between two languages so flawlessly. Why are Americans so set on learning a second language as just a supplement? English is neither the sole language in existence, nor is it the most powerful. We’re egocentric, us Americans… Education should be a priority.
The grid streets aren’t unlike New York City’s; they’re just cleaner. Supposedly they’re designed methodically for ease of navigation, but I’ve never been good with directions. I always like to know things so I can apprehend. Prepare. But knowing where I am is secondary, if not completely irrelevant. Naive? Yes. Perhaps I’ve come to rely too heavily on my beloved Garmin, or perhaps I felt safe enough in the midst of my companions to guide me home (which they did, thankfully). I like the idea of being lost, of taking in my surroundings—because that’s how I experience and get on an adrenaline high. That’s how I remember. Let me see. Let me touch, let me explore. I’ll never be lost again after that.
I felt safe in this city I didn’t know. It was so relaxed, yet so alive. There was immense pride for this city. There was culture. History. Diversity and unity, all at once. A city of art and bicycles and cobblestones by day, a throbbing heart by night.
I danced on a rooftop all night long my last night there. One breath took in woozy dry ice—I didn’t mind—and the entirety of the city. Black but bright with taxis and young people and lights.
This would be ze perfect city for you young people, our taxi driver had said en route to the club.
It would.
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Naghmeh (@xNaghmehx) says
I LOVE Montreal! I’ve been there 3 times and it amazes me every time. old Montreal is one of my favourite places in the world. I love to just walk along the water and take in the people around me and the live music and then have dinner and drinks on the patio of one of the restaurants. Oh now I want to go back there haha
so glad you loved it and it really is perfect for young people 🙂
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Kimberly Yang says
It’s incredibly beautiful! I can’t wait to go back for a longer period of time… x
S. Elisabeth says
I’m meant to live in a city, hands down. Every single one I’ve been to, I’ve fallen head over heels for (especially NYC, Seoul, and DC). I have yet to venture in to Canada, but everyone I know is in love with their various provinces/cities.
Also–this is exactly why I can’t wait to be fluent in Spanish. I can’t wait to be able to switch back and forth between languages without a second thought. One of my future suite mates will be in Ecuador while I’m in Spain this fall, and I think I might just MAKE us talk in Spanish around each other in the spring.
Also, as I’m typing out this comment, I noticed your maintenant. Have you seen “Mad Men”? I know I’m five years late to the craze, but I’ve been watching it on Netflix, and I think you would enjoy it thoroughly.
Kimberly Yang says
Girl after my own heart – I can say exactly the same for myself!
I’d looove to be fluent in a romance language! Preferably French since that’s what I remember most from high school. I think you’ll definitely learn from your roommates – it’s the perfect opp!
I was in love with the first two seasons, but I can’t say I’ve watched anything after that! I definitely will go back to it again at your suggestion though (: x
S. Elisabeth says
Ah that’s where I am now! (Second season) Though the fifth season was on my On Demand, so I watched a few episodes out of curiosity. I love how the characters change in looks and costuming as the sixties reach their midpoint.