We used up some of my Aeroplan miles this weekend to visit with my in-laws at St Jean sur Richelieu. While my knowledge of French is slightly greater than your average Fijian’s and Sharkboy’s parent’s English is slightly better than my French, we managed to communicate well enough:
“Teaad! Beer?”
“No, mare see!”
I do love them. They’re great people.
We stayed in Montreal proper, at the La Conciergerie which did have a certain degree of sticker shock when it came to the price, but the images below show that shucking out $45 per person more than the non-descript Comfort Inn we’ve stayed at in the past, was worth the extra dosh. The manager we dealt with our entire stay was a bit of a character. Strikingly good looking, he came to the door shirtless and tattooed and was chatty enough. However every encounter with him would get us a comment or two regarding how “exciting” our life was because we were married and visiting in-laws for the weekend. He came off a bit bitter. Thank god he had his looks.
Our room came with lay-about already installed!
The room had French doors opening onto a lovely courtyard. Trez jolie!
Look straight up when you go outside and you see one of these crazy flying staircases that gave me quite the dizzy spell to get up to the roof top deck. But it was worth it.
The only imperfection with the room.
And to top off our weekend, we experienced our third flat tire in a span of one year. You think I’d be use to the sluggish feeling of the car and the noise a tire shredding to bits on it’s rim makes, but no. We rode that tire for at least 5KM before deciding to stop to see what was drowning out our driving disco music.
We were told by an Avis official that we could pay for a new tire and get reimbursed so we went to the nearest Wal-Mart in Brockville. My old home town. And now I am going to say something racially charged. Wal-Mart in Brockville at 11am on a Sunday is the biggest pile of steaming white trash I have ever encountered. Simcoe, Ontario is New York City in comparison. Fat toothless people wander it’s isles like zombies and look outsiders like us as if we’re a threat. I kept whispering to Sharkboy “I’m frooooom heeeere!” Sad.
We got home after $150 later. Hopefully we can get that money back.
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We rode that tire for at least 5KM before deciding to stop to see what was drowning out our driving disco music.
– so it was a rear tire, then
It is tres obvious that YOU and tires don’t mix. And no Evil Panda to help change it.
You must make some sort of sacrifice to the Michelin god for your sad luck with tires! Um, where is the picture of the hotty quebecois manager? You have not seen White-trash until you go to ANY WalMart in the mountainous regions of Kentucky, Pennsylvania and West Virginia (affectionately called West Pennsyltucky by the locals). It takes 5 people sometimes to get a full set of teeth and clothing between them, and that is not racially motivated. I am from the south, where Walmart invaded in 80’s and has taken over! Chased-out zayers, richway, and K-Mart. Only competition they have is Target. Thank god for Target.
Well, I’m not one to criticize, but I must admit I’ve never seen this many mullets at once… in one room… it felt totally… huh… retro!
I feel your pain. I have nothing against the town, having spent 17 years of my life there. It’s really quite pretty down by the river. But man o man that WalMart gave me the heebee jeebees.
I agree that the Brockville Wal-Mart is an evil soul-sucking place. I avoid it. — current Brockville resident
Beautiful! Ahhh, Montreal! I always say I could never live there as I would turn oh so quickly into a chain-smoking, wine-guzzling whore…also the Province of Quebec sends me a cheque every month to make sure I NEVER attempt French. (Instead of Salon de Libre I say Salmami da liver…)
Lucky yous.