We're safely installed in our London flat after some interesting adventures. Red eye flights are just not much fun, no matter what you do. By the time we rolled into Montreal we were bleary and sleep drunk. Happily we were able to get a room for the day at the Mariott in the airport. We showered and collapsed into bed for 7 hours of much needed sleep. The view from the 8th floor spa and pool was amazing. We never made it any farther than the airport I'm afraid. Montreal has a certain je ne s'est quoi you'd have to agree with. The air security (CATSA) cops were wearing scent, bling, and in one case pink camo pants and hat with a flashing LED belt buckle that said "have a nice flight".
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