Montreal~~~24+ hours~~~~ Mon t'dieu!; so many things, so little time.
We packed a ton into our time in Vieux (old) Montreal; too much to do justice to in a single post. Below is a snap shot, actually, five snap shots of our first two hours in the beautiful french city of Montreal.
We walked from the train station, after going the wrong way, to the Marche La Villette. Normally it's a ten to twelve minute walk from the train station. This is a restaurant that D. had been to last year with Char and she wanted to introduce it to me, being positive that I would love it and she was correct. It's located on the Corner of Rues Ste. Paul and Ste. Pierre in Vieux Montreal. We sat next to a couple of bicyclists from Chicago and had a fun conversation with them.
The waiter's name is Damien and he was very good about tolerating my feeble attempts to speak French. He, btw, speaks perfect English. During the course of our banterings back and forth, it turns out that Damien is originally from Toulouse, France and is familiar with the village of Gimot, just 28 miles west of Toulouse, where D. and I have vacationed a couple of times.
Damien
Diane
We were famished and the table D'Hote looked scrumptious so along with 4 1/4 carafes of vin rouge we dug in with gusto!
Of course Toulouse is well known for it's cassoulet and since it was one of the choices on the table D'hote that is what I ordered. While it couldn't hold a candle to the cassoulet I had in Gimot it was very satisfactory.
After a relaxing and picturesque 2 hour train ride and lunch reminiscent of our times spent in France, D. and I proceeded to find our hotel, feeling very satisfied with our day up to this point.
We packed a ton into our time in Vieux (old) Montreal; too much to do justice to in a single post. Below is a snap shot, actually, five snap shots of our first two hours in the beautiful french city of Montreal.
We walked from the train station, after going the wrong way, to the Marche La Villette. Normally it's a ten to twelve minute walk from the train station. This is a restaurant that D. had been to last year with Char and she wanted to introduce it to me, being positive that I would love it and she was correct. It's located on the Corner of Rues Ste. Paul and Ste. Pierre in Vieux Montreal. We sat next to a couple of bicyclists from Chicago and had a fun conversation with them.
The waiter's name is Damien and he was very good about tolerating my feeble attempts to speak French. He, btw, speaks perfect English. During the course of our banterings back and forth, it turns out that Damien is originally from Toulouse, France and is familiar with the village of Gimot, just 28 miles west of Toulouse, where D. and I have vacationed a couple of times.
Damien
DianeWe were famished and the table D'Hote looked scrumptious so along with 4 1/4 carafes of vin rouge we dug in with gusto!
Of course Toulouse is well known for it's cassoulet and since it was one of the choices on the table D'hote that is what I ordered. While it couldn't hold a candle to the cassoulet I had in Gimot it was very satisfactory.
After a relaxing and picturesque 2 hour train ride and lunch reminiscent of our times spent in France, D. and I proceeded to find our hotel, feeling very satisfied with our day up to this point.Labels: montreal marche la villette table d'hote Toulouse Damien
posted by rel at 11:52 AM
3 Comments:
It sounds wonderful. You've really taken some great trips this year.
All that in a couple of hours?
Rel, it's wonderful, and looks SO good.
Damien sounds like a good boy, too, and it's lucky that he was your server!
The world really is such a small place.
Glad you found your way.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
You are having some fantastic trips! Thanks for sharing them. :)
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