Premiere Moisson saw us twice this day: first up for breakfast. This man was slicing the tops of all his bread with a razor, just before sliding them into the oven. He was really quick with that blade.
We took it all back to the room and looking out at our view, enjoyed our meal at our own little sky-cafe.
I was determined to shop, or at the very least, look. So we walked over to Roots (a clothing shop). I couldn’t fathom paying some of these prices, and besides I’d spent the morning packing, which included getting the wooden box we’d bought yesterday in the bottom of my suitcase, much to my husband’s amazement and delight. So, I walked down into the underground mall and found Dave there, snapping away with his camera.
These are vast spaces, that I’m sure are hooked into the office towers we see all around us downtown. Flying sculptures fill some of the space, as well as a runway, for fashion shows (Dave figured it out).
Looking up into one of the open space towers.
I think the whole place was on sale. Clever punning here.
We made one more stop to Premeire Moisson for our airplane meal, then grabbed our suitcases and checked out. Our bus stop for the 747 Express Bus was right across from the Maria Queen of the World cathedral. These statues on top represent the patron saints of all the parishes that constituted the Montreal diocese in 1890, when it was completed. I like to think of them as bidding us farewell.
Au revoir, Montreal!