Montreal is like a French lover. The affair is always energetic, romantic, far too quick and always leaves me wanting more.
And I always come back.
I briefly lived there twice and for the last 5 years the Montreal Jazz Festival has been the highlight of my summer.
Last year I was getting robbed in Nicaragua. Not really as much fun as wandering the city with a pint in hand, listening to great music.
It was completely out of budget to go this year but I was craving the city.
I had been there so many times I didn’t feel pressured to hit all the tourists spots so I didn’t bring my DSLR or point and shoot.
But I couldn’t resist capturing the details on my new iPod Touch. The photos are poor quality but I think captures the spirit of the weekend.
Even though I go for the Montreal Jazz Festival, it’s the small things I find endearing:
The bahn mi sandwiches in Chinatown to start off the weekend. They have a nice soft bread instead of the crusty bread in Toronto that flakes all over my shirt which someone inevitably teases me about.
On the way to dinner I get distracted again by a group performing. I forget I’m hungry.
Grafitti is considered performance art with a crowd gathered around.
Sangria is available on every patio.
Walking down the street I am distracted by an impromptu concert.
Music on the street isn’t limited to guitars, this woman is playing a wash tub.
Green lights on the way to the Montreal Jazz Festival are painted with smiley faces.
I’m already counting the days until we meet again.