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As a young girl and as a teenager getting ready to blossom, I spent many years living and playing in the city of Montreal, Quebec. I lived on the South Shore, on the West Island and in the Downtown Center and core of the city. I covered a lot of ground in Montreal and took a lot of first steps. As I reflect on those years, I feel a special glow and sense of attachment. It was a fascinating and exciting time in the city. There was exuberance and a feeling of growth and development that enveloped me while I was there.
Sometimes my wife Tara has the most amazing ideas you can ever imagine. Her latest: Let’s get local this summer. Let’s really put our relationship to the test by forgoing “the big summer vacation” – that makes you happy no matter what – and let’s try and find excitement in each other’s arms by discovering zest and zim right in our own backyard.
Our day began with a slight misstep. You see, Tara and I started our exploration of Queen Street in the middle, at the corner of Queen and Carlaw – Leslieville. How many of you out there would have started at one end or the other, and then sensibly move along? Not so us. Never ones to let impracticality get in the way, we – awkwardly – started in the middle; mostly because on our way east to The Beach something flashy caught our eye and … we found really inexpensive parking. Good a reason as any.