two little snippets from Montreal

I was going out for my walk, heading down toward Rue de la Commune (I love that we're staying a block away from a street named after the Paris Commune!!)...It was just getting to be lunch-time and on the corner of Rue St-Paul, there was a beautiful woman in an old stone doorway, surrounded by as-yet empty tables and chairs of a sidewalk cafe.

She looked like she was standing there expressly in order to attract customers: she leaned langourously against the doorway in the warming sun, a stack of menus in one arm; she scanned the passing crowds with a lazy sultry appraising look, from piercing green eyes in a well-tanned face. Her tight peasant blouse was partly unlaced at the top, and her gorgeous full breasts seemed to strain to escape from it.

Seriously. They did. I'm not exaggerating.

I almost would eat there just to be able to look at her. I'm sure it's been known to happen.

She saw me looking at her so I looked away and crossed the street, thinking that I would wait a few moments, and then try to steal another glance. Just as I was about to go out of sight round the corner, I looked up at her again.

She had turned her head and was looking right at me with a sly grin. When my eyes met hers, her smile widened a little in satisfaction, seeming to say, "uh-huh, I knew you were gonna look again!"

I quickly looked down, but helplessly smiled back a shame-faced smile that may have conveyed, "what can I say, you caught me," and hurried past the corner into the cool shadows.

I guess when you're that stunning, you get used to all the ways people try to steal a good look at you--and all the people who want to look.

Snippet #2: here's how to place my favorite coffee order in French:
un grand latté glacée, décafiné, à soya.
:-)

Personal update:
Still not done with that last paper, but trying to strike a balance between work and play. Feeling very anxious a lot; not sure if that's the paper, or the upcoming trip to the family, or what. *sigh* Trying to enjoy myself anyway.

Loopy has been assigned to write blog posts from Montreal because she's always up half the night with her back hurting, but I guess that's not the frame of mind in which you want to write blog posts, poor thing. I should go write my paper, though, and not write about our trip; maybe another time.

xoxo
me