Shut up legs

Even as we were heading back to the hotel there were hints of brightness but a short break later and a confused exchange with one of the room staff - no soap left. Not a clue what that was in french and similarly for her in English. Might get a refill - we'll see. Off out again to enjoy the views from Mont Royale park. The name was something of a clue - going to be a bit of a climb. First things first, through town - stopped at the jumbo chess boards and watched a game - not sure how good they were. Suspect not great as checkmate came about fairly quickly. The uphill started a little after that. Turned of the road onto the grand staircase and that didn't bode well for fatigued legs. Reminded Liz of a favourite cyclist Jens Voigt who when he was in a breakaway and was knackered would shout repeatedly 'Shut up legs' Whether it helped him is debatable. Didn't help Liz. The prospect of cake at the cafe at the top did a little. To be fair the views of Montreal were stunning in the autumn sunshine - something that didn't seem possible this morning. Adjourned to the cafe to find it closed and the only snack option was ludicrously overpriced maple popcorn. And so the addiction was born. Up there with crack cocaine I reckon. God it was good. Took an alternative route down to take in a Montreal icon - a Schwartz deli sarnie. Never have I seen as much meat crammed into a sarnie as this.Baca lagi