Some trips are about the food. This one was about the air. The kind of crisp, piney, salty-off-the-ocean air that makes you take a stupidly deep breath and think “Wow, I should really go outside more.”
3.5 days in Montreal is not a lot of time, but it turns out it's exactly enough to eat your body weight in cheese curds and bagels, develop a very serious hazy IPA habit, and fall completely in love with a city that somehow feels like home and vacation at the same time.
