It’s 7:29 pm in Montreal as I listen to a Schubert symphony on BBC.
I miss London real bad. UK was picture-perfect, literally flawless.
Montreal is a stark-contrast. Traffic rules are rampantly broken, I saw more beggars here in a week than I saw in UK in a year, great expanses of land are unkempt, some of the buildings are shockingly shabby and people generally lack the etiquettes I imagined all Westerners possessed.
In spite of all these flaws, Montreal has a rather quaint old-world charm to it.