But before you do, just a bit about Montreal: I can't quite put a finger on it, but there is something about this city that keeps me coming back for more. In the wintertime, no less. Perhaps it's the indefatigable cheeriness of its inhabitants, or the late-night dinners in the Plateau with distant relatives (sucking on a jambon bone here, merveilleux!) spoken in half-French and half-English, compounding somewhat comprehensible conversation. Or perhaps it's the cross-country skiing, tubing and skating in Parc du Mont-Royal, the after dinner strolls along Old Montreal's cobblestoned boulevards, or writing this by a roaring fire in our room at Le Saint Sulpice.
Or maybe, just maybe, it's the crème brûlée.
In any event, it's a lot of this:
And this:
And this:
And these two having a good ole time:
And so, because I've been traveling a good portion of this week, this is more of a photo essay; but the Frolic (coming to you from Quebec) will follow. And with it, I hope, a very happy and healthy New Year for all.
So... this New Year... whether slogging through snow, having fun with fireworks, wining and dining, healing a hangover...
This New Year... Whip it real good. Whip it back and forth. Whip it in Canada. Whip it all over the world. Heck, make it your New Year's resolution.
Just whip it.
Thank you Jimmy Fallon and Bruce Springsteen.
