Border Crossing
Change of scene. I was pining for it. My skittishness over pandemic concerns and reported airline nightmares screamed road trip. Instead of Europe, Montreal would be the closest “next best thing” – literally, culturally, and architecturally.
French spoken (the second largest French speaking city in the world after Paris), check! Passport required, check! Great food (the famous Montreal bagel boiled in honey water, for one thing), check! Cobblestone streets, check! Architecture dating back to the 16th century, check, check!
New and exciting street photography opportunities, YES, YES, YES!
I had no delusions about capturing that perfect and mostly illusive “decisive moment” as coined by Henri Cartier-Bresson, but as a people-watching devotee, I would certainly try. At the least, I could capture unrepeatable moments, frozen in time and place, that would endure as a personal travel diary. Here are just a few of those moments.
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Homeward bound. The return trip was largely uneventful except for the same gorgeous blue sky as when we entered Canada. As the approaching signs to the United States of America drew near, I had an inexplicable sense of home. The border guard’s questions were simple while comparing our “live” faces with the passport photos.
Peering into the back seat, he remarked: “You have a lot of water bottles in there.” Thankfully, there are no re-entry restrictions on thirst.
Au Revoir Canada.
If you’re planning a trip to Montreal or considering it, feel free to send me a message on my Contact Page. I’m happy to share highlight recommendations.
We can all be creators, in whatever form that takes.
Sharon
