anne's dispatches from sydney

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So...Montreal.

I have wandered your streets for days on end and what is the result?

long hours of sleep, a random offer of a date that I didnt take up (from the Peruvian guy at the jewellery stall, who flattered me by taking photos of me- and then asked me to meet him at midnight that night when the festival would be packing up... its interesting how many south american men ask me out- wonder if thats them or me!), some nice photos, of interesting street murals, some clothes from the markets, some (slightly) big holes in my ears from the wooden earrings I bought, a daze from the movies, a few coffees, a few sandwiches... a few words of French, some nonsensical exchanges of words with passers-by, A strong dislike for rowdy first year McGill students on their Frosh Week, A student card, slightly less confusion than when I started.

All of which are quite typical products of a Quebecois street, on the last fleeting days of Summer, before the cold rushes in.

I have been staying with Cameron, an organiser from Concordia, who I linked up with on the Road To Detroit, in an apartment with 3 cats, plus two other people: Yara, a Brazilian woman who is studying a Ph.D at Concordia, Garth, a nice down to earth guy, who has taught me how to do "Sudoku" puzzles, that are a total craze here and in England, even being more popular than the crossword puzzles.

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