It is half past nine in the morning and while the Man is applying sunscreen (it will be up to 32°C here today) I enjoy the view on the old harbour. We took a taxi to the city centre. It took a while since it was Monday morning rush hour. The driver called the roads in Montreal of Afghan quality and although I’ve not been there myself, I understand what he means. The Man and I make the same jokes about Belgian roads. Though it was a long drive, the driver played the classical radio station and we both felt very relaxed despite the frantic stopping and going that is part of navigating traffic jams. Looking forward to strolling around the city for a few hours before we’re heading to the airport and fly home.