Mister Troll and I met in Montreal with our respective families over the past four days. We didn't get much blogging done, but we had a good time, nonetheless. We wandered aimlessly through tunnels under the city, followed our noses into cute bakeries and exotic restaurants, and tried to avoid the freezing gusts of the Angry Northern Wind God (as depicted on "High Wind Advisory" traffic signs in Quebec: A giant face that blows windy arrows in all directions).
Baby Gruff received the royal treatment in Montreal. Not only did he receive his usual fawning attention from strangers (you'd think we were a traveling petting zoo), but he was carried in a litter prince-like through the underground Metro system. His stroller functioned as the litter, and Mister Troll and I were his slaves. We were forced to carry him because the city is filled with stairs and escalators, but notably lacks elevators and ramps. The frequency of stroller-crushing revolving doors was also disturbing, although we could usually find hidden side doors to use instead. We saw a total of zero people with physical disabilities the entire time we were there, because the city is clearly not for them and they are presumably fed to wolves in supplication to the Angry Northern Wind God.
Despite this barbaric tradition, the people there were in general quite friendly.
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