The tide has scoured the sand and left it with a woven harlequin pattern look. We've never seen this before. It stretches all the way down the beach for a good 2 miles. After four years we've discovered that each and every day the beach has a new story to tell. Interpreting what all this ebbing and eddying means can be difficult.
Our daily routine has now recovered from the quick trip to Canada. The hotel in Montreal had great bar staff but the design of the bar itself was a strange mix of the impersonal and the bland. It could have been a 1980's era TWA airport business lounge. In one dark corner of the bar a small forest of rubber plants struggled to find light. The bar stools were lower than you'd think bar stools might possibly be. A picture or two might have cheered the place up. 'The Font' points out that the bar might look better in the wee hours when it's full of party animals.
By contrast the globally iconic hotel in Quebec could not be mistaken for an airport departure lounge. The bedroom had an electric fire with a faux log feature that couldn't be turned off. When was the last time you saw one of those ? Despite repeated attempts at modernisation the room had an inexpungable air of the 1950's about it. And no, that isn't a can of lager on the floor, it's a can of shaving foam.
The Canadians make maple syrup flavoured crisps. Based on this alone Angus could quite easily live in Canada. There is a book to be written about the contents of hotel mini-bars. This one was unmistakably Quebecois.
In a downtown shop window an expensive Louis Vuitton window display. I rarely look at window displays but this one is where commerce meets art with a bit of whimsy thrown into the mix. It must have cost a small fortune.
There is a non-French element to Quebec culture...
... and it ain't English.
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I read the Buttigieg story the other day. You can feel the anger issuing from the page/screen.
I feel for his husband and him.
How on earth do you and the Font pick your hotels? Two such different places would be hard to find.
Hari OM
That bar is insipid... and to be honest, even with the false flames, I don't see any "hygge" about that second room! As long as it served needs for the duration of your stay, that's all that matters. Looks like there may have been a fab view... YAM xx
Oh My Goodness! The last time I saw a faux fire heater was 65+ years ago! My aunt had one, and a dotty great aunt used to visit and throw the stub of her cigarette in , every single time, so my mother had to take the thing apart to get it out again. Goodness, I hadn’t thought of that in years. She was called Ebby, really named Elizabeth.
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