The weekend was magical. I feel altered and happy and buzzy and relaxed. Danced and walked and ate tons of ice cream and lay in the park.
Walking down a side street, Sarah, Eric and I came across what looked like red flowers, scattered on the road, blowing in the air, and stuck to bushes. A few steps closer, and it was red feathers from a boa. Twirling all around us like a Quebecois rock video.
Saturday night was epic.
So glad I went to Montreal.