Winter 2004-2005, Marlowe in Montreal

Dwight Peck's personal website

Winter 2004-2005

as life's hectic non-stop party threatens to get out of control and really exhausting

A quick look-in on Montréal . . .

. . . just to make sure that the Canadians are still holding up well and seize the opportunity to spend a day with young Marlowe.

You may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.

An ominous welcome to the old town. Hopefully not all Canadians will be so unfriendly. Or so crouched. It's early November 2004 and really, really cold!

Slipping out from a week of ponderous meetings at the Secretariat of the Convention on Biological Diversity, located in the World Trade Centre on the edge of the old town, the narrator takes a number of spirited walks up and down some of the coldest streets he has ever seen or felt. Presumably Canadians are used to this kind of cold, but the narrator lost his voice (few complaints were heard) and picked up a wheezing bronchial thing that lasted until mid-March 2005.

A festive and hilarious atmosphere in Vieux Montréal, November 2004

This is a series of standard tourist snaps of dark and deserted windy streets that in summer are probably bustling with happy people dashing to and fro and smiling broadly. In colorful T-shirts.

The Marché Bonsecours near the river's edge.

The riverside Parc du Bassin Bonsecours and its Pavillon, part of the nicely done-up Vieux Port, with its Science Museum

The Montréal skyline from the Parc du Bassin Bonsecours

Pavillon or pavilion of Bonsecours on a very grim November day

Some funky apartment buildings, evidently, inspired by Star Wars perhaps, on an island across part of the St Lawrence River.

Our Marlowe was able to take a break from her studies in Ottawa and take the bus up to Montréal to spend a little catch-up time with the Old Dad and take in an IMAX film on natural disasters at the Science Museum.

Just the one day, though, because now the narrator is off, for his sins, to Uganda.

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