Montréal or Paris?
This morning, as I was walking to the metro, I realized that if I look at my feet, I can pretend I’m walking in Paris. It’s a beautiful day, flowers are in full bloom, and the birds are singing in French. There are even cobblestones near the station. One glance up, of course, brings me back to reality. No one has a baguette hanging out of a bag, women are wearing flat shoes, and the men look more like they’ll be spending the day on the golf course rather than an office. Still, I have a pretty good imagination when I need it and this can work for a while.