taken during one of my lunchtime jaunts. I fell in love with this building (apparently a rather chic hotel) as it came into full view when I ducked down a small street. it’s gotta be the potted plants in each window, all leafy and well-kept.
what I mean by the good part is the area near the fringes of old montreal–closer to where I work–where the streets are smaller and aren’t teeming with buskers and trinket shops selling whatever obscenity-filled t-shirt your heart desires. those places that also happen to be overrun with (overweight american) tourists. but that’s okay, it gives the horse-drawn carriages some heavy-duty work (that link is for you, z, for hopefully obvious reasons).