Sunday, August 8, 2010

Montreal

When we found out about the change of plans for the rest of the summer, there were only 2 free days to do all the sightseeing and traveling we had wanted to save until the end. Unfotunately that meant not being able to do quite as much as we had initially hoped.

Montreal is less than two hours from Ottawa though, and since it's Clark's Mecca, we couldn't pass the opportunity up!

I have to say, the freeways leading into the city are pretty confusing. It can get overwhelming quickly! It took all of a matter of seconds however, for Clark to notice the Canadiens logo on a road sign, and he new exactly where he was going. The Mothership.



We spent more than half of our day at the Bell Centre. Taking pictures of the iron statues, the monuments, decorative tilework, and all the other commemorative pieces since their 100 year birthday.







There was plenty of time spent with everything Patrick Roy too. Clark's favourite player. He is even trying to persuade me that were we to have another boy, his middle name should be Roy. Except, no-one would say it properly, (he's French-Canadian), so we should spell it Wa. I'm thinking no.



We managed to spend plenty of money in the Canadiens gift shop. A couple of shirts for Clark, and shirt and hat for me, and a shirt and PJ's for Cameron.



They also have the Canadien's Hall of Fame at the Bell Centre. So that was a must see. We had plenty of fun looking around at some vintage gear, and hockey history.







After all things hockey, we actually saw a little of Montreal, the city. We walked down to Old Montreal, and browsed around a little, looking at all the old buildings. It's a really neat old city, and has a very European feel about it. Clark and I both were disappointed not to have had much longer to explore. There is so much to see.





...and of course, we took one last trek up to the Bell Centre before we headed home.

1 comment:

Cassi said...

I thought Patrick Roy was Asian for almost my complete childhood. It took me until I was about 12 to realize that 33 was white and his name was French. True story.