Nuit Blanche à Montréal

I don't think I'd ever seen anybody wearing an anorak on above with a miniskirt and lacy black stockings on below. But that seemed to be the look to match the weather for most women out on the town last night.

Bitterly cold or not, the whole city stayed out late for the annual Nuit Blanche à Montréal held yesterday. The plazas and streets of the city center turned into venues for any kind of diversion: film screenings, Ferris wheels, food booths, bonfires, and who knows what all else was on offer that I missed. Professor Gwen is still off in Mexico but did connect me with several of her archaeology grad students before leaving. They were up for going out all night. Rounds of beer were followed on by plates of poutine then finally polished off with a round of Turkish raki and shared bowl of double-apple flavored tobacco at a hookah lounge on Rue Saint-Denis.

Late-Night Metro Lines

The metro ran all night. I didn't wind up returning home to my catsit until 5h30. I can't recall if I ever came back at that hour even in days when I was a university student, myself.

Dan, Michael, and Michael's Roommate Play SET

I won't have many more days left over this present stay in Montréal--but suspect I'll be spending a lot more time back in this city again in the near future.