OK, D-Day mark two for Philippa who was out the door at 0630 to catch the 45 express into Montreal and have her second visa appointment. Tom and I snored. When we eventually rolled out of our beds and had porridge, and consulted about what to do it was already mid-morning. So we decided to pursue a cultural option and headed for La Ronde, Montreal’s historic amusement park. Tom was completely determined to go on the terrifying rollercoasters you can see from the road. He is a bit of a fiend for rollercoasters, dragging P and me onto a loop-the-loop coaster in Florida when he was five (“lets do it again”) and then persuading the ticket guy that he was tall enough to go on a frankly terrifying ride of death in Minnesota last year. I had to go with him and I had visibly aged by the time we came down. Thankf, I mean unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough for the most extreme rides at La Ronde which is a real shame as I was really looking forward to them… But we found plenty of others – until the rain came and they closed everything down for a bit.
But an unfeasably large ice-cream soon turned things around
Cleverly I took the number 6 bus instead of the 45 Express, falling for the sign which said “Victoria bus station” on the front and the irritated acknowledgement of the driver that that was indeed where he was going. What they meant by “Victoria” though was actually that eventually the bus would arrive at a metro stop where you could take a train to Victoria, about eight stops away. So we did this and our twenty minute journey took an hour but PT, looking all sleek with bundles of bags, was waiting in a lovely restaurant. We played at being city slickers until we caught the bus back to our car park in Brossard.