Montréal — NYE

Drove up to Montréal for New Year's Eve. The Old City under a heavy December snow, the bonhomme everywhere, French food and fireworks at midnight.

There was a Christmas market in the plaza outside the arts center where Lucas thought they were selling individual churros, so he ordered two. They were bags of six. We ended up with twelve churros — no chocolate, just plain. We ate them slowly walking back to the hotel through the snow.

On New Year's Day at a French restaurant, a party of six adults and five children came in and seated all the kids on the opposite side of the restaurant from the adults. It was the most brilliant thing I'd ever seen. Then four of the kids walked across the room to flag down the waiter because they couldn't figure out how to order on their own.

Quebec in winter is one of those places that makes you want to live somewhere with real seasons. Then you remember January in Boston and recalibrate.