Day 9 of 10 of this Montreal trip is fast drawing to a close as I prepare to return to my wife, my dog and, of course, my bed.
The whole reason I came here was to take care of my mother while my sister was away. By “take care”, I assumed that meant doing things for her while she was laid up with sciatica. As it turns out, Italian mothers are incredibly stubborn (who’d have thunk it?) and will, evidently, not be denied their cooking, cleaning, and gardening. So I was more of a bystander this past week or so.
Pictured above: Sitting down for Mother’s Day lunch, then celebrating – and taking a break from gardening – to bake a bunch of almond cakes.
Across the street live a (comparatively) younger French couple, Andre and Chantal, who will walk mom’s dogs every morning and pick up requested items whenever they go shopping.
Mother’s Day lunch accompanied by a bottle of port.
Thin-skinned Ralphie and laid-back Fernando enjoying the sun.
Today’s Yes/No…
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