Oh Canadia. Montrealer drivers do not respect pedestrians, nor do they care for foreign cars that slow down making right turns. I’m pretty sure I didn’t take the turn that slowly, but people honked at me. At the same time, no one drives above the speed limit (100 km/h), even on the super straight, smooth, and clear highway, and always kept to the right. This fact made the drive to Toronto, a straight highway with few bends, slower than it should be.
The city itself reminded me of Boston/Cambridge with the residential streets and lack of skyscrapers. Some Toronto peeps described it as a more cultured version of Boston, which I can understand, but I didn’t experience the college town-feel. We can walk a short distance to the metro to Osheaga at Jean Dupreau park, and to the gay village (Ville Marie), too. The neighborhoods seemed to blend with one another, but we had only so much time to walk around.
