Traveling by auto can be very relaxing. Except when there is an oil well gushing uncontrollably in the Gulf as you set out on your adventure.
Once over the guilt, I was excited about tossing casually packed bags into the boot of the car, plotting a route that took us over scenic waterways, and stopping for lunch at a funky roadside cafe.
Everything except the fossil fuel consumption and actual driving part fits into my vignette of a perfect road trip. Slipping into a car that has a radar detector mounted on the windshield and a nav system talking at me makes me feel more like Lieutenant Uhura than a cute passenger on a romantic getaway.
We arrived in Montreal in record time and enjoyed a very French experience with lots of walking, talking and eating.
The city is beautiful and as progressive as it is historic.
The pièce de résistance was the last evening when we tried a tasting menu at a trendy restaurant. There was no description about the meal—and when we asked, the waiter in a pitch perfect accent told us, “No, no, it is the chef’s surprise.” I was never more happy in my life to have chosen the vegetarian option than when they presented a pigeon leg over foie gras to the Professor.
Bon Appetite!
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