Lieu historique national du Canada Louis-Joseph-Papineau

This morning I enjoy a coffee at my place, do some knitting (yes I bring that with me everywhere!) and wait for Laura to come over. I’m being very good by having yogurt and granola for breakfast even though I know there are almond croissant just down the street. They will be devoured, just trying to have some will power.

Laura comes over and we are going to head to Old Port but we don’t make it very far with all the shops around here. One of my favourite things to do is spoil my Kitten, so in we go to pick up some things for Greece later this month. Laura is so easy to dress since she is small and cute (Yeah, I know, Mother’s bias). We drop the bags off at her place and I get to see the pace for the first time since she has unpacked. She is making it her own and it is great to see her happy in an environment that allows her to thrive. The reason I’m not staying at her place saunters out of the bedroom. Ms. Bubbles is a black cat (I’m allergic to cats) with a haughty attitude to rival a Kardashian. We sit on her little balcony over looking Avenue Du Mont-Royale and people watch for a bit. They are stating to put up the outside patios for the summer season. I should mention that it is a beautiful day, sunny but not too warm yet.

We take an Uber to Old Port and start exploring. Part of Old Port is blocked off for pedestrians but not all of it. I love seeing the old buildings and cobblestone streets. Takes me back to Europe. This is a typical tourist area with emphasis on shopping and eating. We check out an Inuit gallery where Laura had purchased a carved dancing polar ear. The Intuits believe in reincarnation and the dancing polar bears are celebrating their new life. They have some very nice pieces but are very pricey.

A little further down is a quartet playing some wonderful jazz. We stop and have a listen with the rest of the crowd. Meandering farther I catch sight of the Ferris wheel. While taking pictures of that I see a person on a zip line. (Check out the pictures!)

We head farther down the street and come across the Notre-Dame-de-Bon-Secours Chapel, which means Our Lady Of Good Help. Originally built in 1678 it burned in 1754. It was rebuilt in 1771. It became known as the Sailor’s Chapel because the sailors would come and offer their thanks for their safe return. The inside is beautiful a you can see above. I love the old churches with their stained glass and beautiful architecture.

We have dinner at The Keg in Old Port. They are celebrating 50 years of service and have brought back some of the old menu favourites. As usual, too much food, not enough tummy. Delicious though as always. We take an Uber back and say good night. Laura has to work and I have a blog to write. Good bye for now.Read more