Had I realized to do so when I arrived, (and had I the gall, which I probably don't) I would have snapped a picture of every single lingerie shop I have seen since I arrived here in Montreal. Chances are, I would have more lingerie-shop pictures than the total number of trip photos I have actually taken. They're everywhere, and not just chains like "La Senza" or "La Vie en Rose", but tons of independent names. Then there are the sex shops, tastefully interspersed among regular neighborhoods as if they were no less normal or essential than the wine store or the patisserie shop. Next you've got the fact that everyone here is incredibly attractive. Single men, if you're willing to learn French, you may have a shot at one of the many gorgeous Québécoise babes... but you'd have to compete against the equally hawtsome Québécois boys. All this can only amount to one product:

The Québécois(e) love to LOVE.

Perhaps this would explain why every day we went out for a walk we saw at least two or three pregnant young women. Buns in ovens; they're fairly ubiquitous. With an overall negative birth rate, the fastest growing population in Canada (through birth) is certainly the French part. I surmise that it's all part of a diabolical scheme to slowly but surely outnumber the English part of Canada! Either that or they just love to love... ... I REALLY need to get home soon.

Speaking of people who love to love, Günther is all the rage in Europe. Subject yourself to his kitschy Eurotrashedness, if you dare...