The day was sunny and pleasantly facilitated much walking around. I've added an additional 26 photos to the Montréal gallery. They were all taken today.

There were more pregnant ladies today. My theory is validated.

Let me say right now that I have no idea how the Quebecois stay alive day to day with a diet which includes such things as poutine and smoked meat sandwiches. We concluded that it must be because this place is unabashedly arctic six months of the year. I tried poutine today and almost died (Admittedly, that could be a result of its combination with beer). Poutine: fried starch, cheese curds, and fatty gravy. I told Nadia that if you poured icing sugar on top it would cause the dish to collapse and open a vortex to another, more fatty, dimension. "The alchemy of unhealth is complete," she said in her wizard-man voice. Ph3@r her dark majicks. You are curs-ed!

Tomorrow I will be back in your arms, my darling. Do not fret.