The last days of Fall are decidedly yellow around here. In our neighbourhood of Notre-Dame-de-Grace in Montreal the last leaves left clinging to the trees turn the colour of school buses. But now I have to admit that even they are few and far between (trees with leaves that is, not buses)
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| Matching bus and foliage |
We make the most of the warmer weather and sit outside (in November?) for a coffee on Sherbrooke at the Co-operative Maison Verte. One of those health food stores which smell great as soon as you walk in - and remind me of the hippie stores I used to frequent in Newcastle as a teenager. Why do all these stores smell the same?
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| Coffee on Sherbrooke |
Sherbrooke Street in NDG has a few gems to visit. There is the Shaika cafe with it's funky leather seats and great toasted sandwiches (named after local streets such as Harvard and Oxford) not to mention the excellent chai lattes, Cosmo's - another of those Montreal breakfast institutions which is extremely rough and ready but good hangover food, Akhavan - possibly my favourite food store here for Persian treats such as the huge variety of olives, nuts and feta cheeses, Chalet BBQ (another institution of the barbeque chicken variety) and Villa Souvlaki for great Greek salad and wondrous chips.
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| Trees also the colour of crossings. |
So as we brace ourselves for winter we can find solace walking down the back lanes of NDG to grab some comfort food on Sherbrooke.
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| Road to food. |
I love the way that non natural colours seem to harmonise with autumn hues. Just back from Sofia where the trams and taxis seemed almost designed to match the yellow leaves, which were literally snowing down before my eyes, came at just the right time. Your 'hood looks so different in 'fall', I'll have to return in a better season next time. You've had a wee makeover on the blog too I see, looking good!
ReplyDeleteThanks Jools. Yes, we are staring down the barrel of another Montreal winter which always makes me a bit nervous. You will remember how that feels. I'm actually assimilating well with the Canadians (the ones who go to Florida at this time of year). I have been dreaming of a week on a beach. Only trouble is I'm not 80 years old.
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