Now that I am spending far more days at home*, I can reflect more on Montreal in the summer. We have had the second best football competition in the world and as the North American city with the most diverse recent European immigration mix, you can't go too far wrong during football events.Spain's win didn't lead to the excitement that would have followed a French, Italian or Greek win but it still provided some signs of excitement and the 21 days certainly allowed a few more flags to appear on cars. The Olympics are interesting but they don't seem to have much effect on this city.
As a parent, much of the joy of summer is in parks. We are fortunate because we live next to one of the best although the second half of July and first half of August were not exactly warm and sunny so a few afternoons saw no visit for the Giraffe or a hasty retreat in the rain. But this past weekend was delightful. I spent Saturday morning in the playground with a Giraffe in a wonderful mood. Sunshine and the laughter of my child make almost everything else in the world seem unimportant. And the father-son bonding time gave K the chance to cook up a storm (tomato soup, tomato sauce, some peeled garlic ad a few other items from our morning Jean-Talon bounty). And then yesterday, we made two trips to the playground. The picture above is from the patageoire - but the Giraffe no longer goes there (it's a paddling pool in English) because all he wants to do is run around the edge. So we go to the playground and the Giraffe enjoys the sand and the swings and (assuming K or I will follow him) trips down the slides. It's so much fun to be out in this weather with a child having this much fun and seeing all the other children playing in the pool or in the playground. And we haven't even made to the gay village's summer pedestrian mall yet.
* Subject to the whims of my job