One Canadian has recently invented the best internship in the world. As a matter of fact, it appeared that it was my boss.
Typical working day: you come, seat at your desk without having anything to do. When you've done all that, you can also do nothing. If it's too much pressure, you can do it at home.

It requires a week to get used to. The second one, you take your Thursday and Friday off and go to Montréal.

Alarm at 6 a.m. ==> back to sleep ==> Alarm again at 6.10 a.m. ==> f***! ==> carpooling ==> Montréal.


It is a nice city, really. American way of life, but in the French part (actually: québecois. A kind of French but like very funny. They may speak either about their mom or WW2, you cannot do anything but laugh).

Some big skyscrapers downtown, as well as little churches and Chinese temples, put together "chaos style".



                       

                                                         

Leaving the center, you reach Le Plateau, a huge neighborhood built in a totally different spirit: "No more than 2 floors" houses, restaurants, bars, clubs, shops, dogs' hairdressers and some road signs.

                                                        

                        



It is the place to be (according to Wikipedia). What is cool cuz I was there. Sophie and Colin - a French non-Jewish couple friend of mine who cuurently live in Le Plateau - were very kind to lodge me in their five star basement.


But enough of bla-bla, what you're waiting for (more than the next Harry Potter in theater) is comiiiiing... right now.
What to do in Montréal during 4 days??

Well, if you ever get the opportunity, I suggest you not to follow my lead:
On Thursday I cricked my back and couldn't move anymore. The next day I spent my morning trying to get a Canadian insurance in case I had to see a doctor.
Fortunately, the two and a half day remaining were much better: tourism, restaurants, beers, improvisation theater, parties, and curling. Yeah baby, cuuuurling!!!



I checked it on the list "Things You Have to Do Once in Your Lifetime".


And every Sunndays in Montréal, hundreds of people are going to the Mont-Royal hill to play Tam Tams. It is magical, everybody play together, some of them dance, other sing... You have to see it to believe it.
By the way, I didn't saw it, I overslept!
Good excuse to go back.

Ok, folks, life isn't just a game you know? Stop just doing some non-sense, it should be about time to finally learn something.
I'm gonna put some culture in your minds.

Ottawa is a capital. In a capital, there is a Parliament. Got it?

Let's review with some pictures:

                 
This is the Parliament.

                                                
This is a building which looks like the Parliament but which is not.

             
This is a building which looks like the Parliament, which is not as well but which has something white on its left side.

                                                                       
This is a building which looks like the Parliament, which is not as well as well, which does not have anything on its left side, but which is reflected on another building.

The reason I like cultural stuff is that it's so very interesting.

First of all, I would like to warmly welcome all of you to the new season of the Fatmimi adventure (the old one is there: http://fatmimi.kif.fr/).


In English this time...
My poor little things, you don't know what you're into. Me neither by the way. Writing in English?? What the fuck? Once I'll decide to stop doing such stupid things, my life might become easier.

But as I am right now in Canada, let's do that à la Shakespeare. Moreover, I want you foreign people to be able to read what my dysfunctional mind will write on the blog (with the noticeable help of my hands and a keyboard).
Ooooooor : those of you who do not understand French, be kind enough to stop whatever the fuck you are currently doing, take like two or three years of French class, go to Paris la vie en rose l'amour oui oui voilà la baguette déjà vu, come back and read it in original version.
Do we have a deal??

(...)

No? Boaf, in English then. Why do we talk so much for just the same result. I talk alone? Sorry, my fault.


Now that that is clear, let's write something interesting (no warranty).
Next time.