We finally were able to catch up with showers and this beautiful thing known as the interweb at the hostel. Additionally, they had free laundry so we'll no longer smell like mud and feet. Leaving the hostel, we continued
west along the coast to Montreal, stopping for lunch at a nice rest area on the banks of the St. Lawrence.Our original plan was to spend the afternoon in Montreal, then continue onward. With that in mind, Liv spent two hours at the Musee de Beau Arts while I gave myself a running tour of the city. Covering a fair portion of the city on the run and summiting Mont Royal, Montreal has proven itself to be the most beautiful city I've been to thus far. Good work Canada.
By 5PM we realized Montreal's awesomeness deserved more than two hours and found a room at the YWCA in downtown for $82.00-pretty good since apparently everything is booked for some festival going on tonight. The next five hours were spent walking through the Vieux Port and following hoards of people to the docks for fireworks over the harbor.We never did find out what festival was taking place, but the fireworks kicked
serious ass.
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