LAURA

Laura living in Montreal

A Parisian living in Montreal

Born in Paris, France. I’ve been living in Montreal for nearly 2 years.

Paris (France), Saint-Malo (France), Spokane (WA, USA), Portland (OR, USA), Nantes (France), Nancy (France) then again Paris (France)

Budget. Adventurous. Creative. Sporty

I feel like that there’ll always be something over the hill I’ve just got to see. Or eat.

Morning: Saturday. It’s summer. Wake up early. It’s already warm and sunny. I’d  get one of Montreal’s best croissants at Les 3 M, a French bakery on Mont-Royal Avenue, then put on my running shoes and go out for a nice run on beautiful and shady Mount Royal Parc. Enjoying the view from the top of the mountain amongst the fellow runners, cyclists and hikers. On the way back, I’d pass through Saint-Denis street and grab a delicious cup of coffee at L’Artiste Affamé, a discrete yet very trendy coffee place. Finishing my run in Parc Lafontaine. Breathe. The day just started.

 

Afternoon: Time to meet up with friends for a late brunch at Régine Café! Their delicious grilled-cheese is amazing. Within this area is the  Jean Talon market where hundred of smells get mixed up. It’s where I buy fresh fruit, vegetables and more pastries! Once stocked I’d take a bixi, one of the city bikes. Cycling back to Le Plateau, crossing Rosemont and La Petite Patrie. Picking up a bagel at Fairmount Bagel cause, hey, I still have room for that! Stop at Parc Laurier and take a dip at the free outdoor swimming pool. Listen to the kids chasing squirrels, join people playing volleyball or convince my friends to play petanque, whilst debating the beauty of life with my friends, sharing one or two bottles of wine while the sun slowly gets down.

 

Night: Have a little picnic: wine, bread, cheese. Nothing fancy. Treating myself with an ice cream from Bilboquet, on Laurier Street, heading off to go downtown where there is plenty of action. Stopping at Place-des-arts enjoying the free concerts during Montreal International Jazz Festival or Les Francofolies as the sun goes down. La vie est belle.

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