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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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August 21, 2006

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With or without the PDA?

Beats me! We're back, now, and never needed it, but I'm pretty sure it was in J.'s pack. Tonight we rode up the Jacques Cartier bridge to the midpoint, crossed into Jean Drapeau park - site of Expo - rode under the Bucky Fuller dome and across the Pont de la Concorde to Isle de la Cité, which is a point that juts out into the St. Lawrence, where the harbor meets the river. We had packed some food and sat there and ate, watching the rushing current and the boats, including a huge freighter that left the harbor at about 7:00 pm. It was a gorgeous night, and we were just about the only people there, except for a few fishermen on the rocks below us. If we kept this up I'd actually be in pretty good shape - but winter will come before that happens, I'm afraid. Still, it feels good.

We did much the same, although definitely without a PDA, and walking in Boston. Where not only do two wrongs not make a right, but neither do three lefts.

I love that photo!

To me, getting lost (I call it "exploring") is the main reason for visiting cities. Unfortunately, i only got to do it once in my recent trip to Montreal, walking around early Monday morning. Oh, and I guess we got lost driving into the city, but that didn't count because we were in a hurry to make our rendezvous with y'all, and thus didn't get to enjoy it, except when Tom spotted the woman in a miniskirt and fishnet pantyhose and almost had an accident.

What time is it getting dark these days in Montreal? It's one thing to be aimiably lost; it's another to be lost in the dark where landmarks are obscured or altered...

If you don't like the AMC cinema, I advise you to stay well away from the Paramount on Ste. Catherine street. It's insane in there -- all flashing lights and loud music and video games and greasy food. Yikes!

As for your getting lost, that area is a bit of a mystery world. I've been down there a few times, mostly in the car, and it's a strange part of town. Like you said, you basically know where you are, but you don't know how you got there nor how to get out.

Next time you're out biking, you should take the path that goes through the bottom of Lasalle, along the river (Boul. Lasalle). Near the western end of it (just before you come to rue St. Patrick) there's a big Dutch windmill there, for no apparent reason. Then you can bike out into the spit of land that is Parc Rene Levesque, or just return along the Lachine Canal bike path.

Leave it to Tom!

Pica, now that Mom is gone, I am glad someone is still bringing up points like yours! Um, I guess it's still somewhat light at 8:30 - and the buildings are so tall and have such distinctive profiles you can navigate by them to some extent, plus many of the streets run the entire length of the island. But your point is well taken.

Blork, I actually don't mind the Paramount as much, while it's still loud and flashy and overpriced, but not as bad as AMC. It's more plush and is - just what it is, I guess. Plus the theaters and the sound systems themselves are really good, don't you think? Really, I'm mourning the loss of Cinema du Parc.

Thanks for your route suggestion, whcih we will definitely try. We were practically in Verdun the other night!

What a happy experience for you both. We love to "explore" unknown corners of greater Vancouver from time to time and there are still many after 30 years here amazingly. But when we travel, it's even more exciting of course. One time we truly did get lost, even with a map. It got dark as we walked down a narrow street with all doors and windows locked in forbidding stone walls, with very dim lights where it was hard to read our map and not a person around to ask in our limited Italian. We were a bit scared when we came to dead end and had to turn back, walking for hours until we found our way back in the maze of streets in the old town of Siena. Getting lost driving a car seemed not so bad after that.

I get such a kick out of your posts about Montreal -- especially the ones where you're taking time out to explore the place. Love the leisured pace. Love that you pack a lunch (!). Love that I recognise the areas of the city you mention. I'm loving Montreal this summer. (Which is pretty funny since the last time we caught up for a proper chat, I was in the midst of mid-winter blues.) Right now, though, I'm catching up on reading your blog, glancing out at the window every now and then, and the setting sun is colouring the view from our salon -- the trees, the distant silver dome -- a heady pink/orange, while a jet liner descends lazily on the horizon, and the capucines and the gloire du matin on our balcony seem vulnerable and somehow...hopeful. Full of hope. All is right in the world. No matter that so many things feel wrong and scary and precarious. At this particular moment, all is right with the world.

Ha ha! And leave it to Dave too.

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