Montreal

I love Montreal in the late spring.Nothing can beat it. A weekend doesn't cut it. We stayed in the nicest apartment near Prince Arthur and the park. Tree lined streets of stone apartments with stairs to second level cozy book lined walls with an easel paintings white couches and mexican pillows. Attractive people stylish and sexy friendly eye candy great music and familiar faces that it feels so good to see. leaving feels like an untied shoe, a wall with no door, a flower with no stem, a phone with no ring a house with no roof a horn without honk a wing with no flight a stop with no light. Whatever floats your boat whatever diapers your baby, does your laundry flosses your teeth brushes your hair. Whatever pays your bills answers your door delivers your mail eats your breakfast. Hey, whatever finds you a husband wife neighbour daughter. Whatever hails your taxi. I have an appetite, a thirst that must be quenched squelched satiated melted. A musing hot tea soother. feast your eyes. drain the lizard.