Montreal Christmas: edited from email.
Christmas is drawing near so fast. What is christmas like in Australia? Germany? France? China? Korea? Malaysia? Mauritius?
My favourite place to have Christmas is Montreal. In Montreal it's usually always snowy. The streets look like they are made out of white marble due to the untainted snow. Walking along the sidewalk of street of Sherbrook (the main street that marks the end of McGill campus and the begining of downtown), you feel like you are walking in a tunnel with a dome roof- as the
snow sticks to the intertwining branches of the trees above your head. Everything in the world seems to glow with the bright downtown street lights, car lights, christmas lights and beam lights from the sky scrapers. Each step in front of you multi-coloured sparkles dance in the snow. It's rush hour, but the busy scene of last minute shoppers with their huge bags crossing the streets, the cars in the traffic congestion trying to get out of town, the sound of bells from the salvation army volunteer dressed like santa and asking for money, are all masked by the giant feathers floating down from the sky. The ear muff on my ears, the crunchiness of snow under my boots and the soft pettals falling on my eyelashes, nose and hair always gives me a sense of detachement from the world. The rush and busy-ness always seems at a distance and in slow motion. In this kind of calming setting you never feel like there is a rush to go anywhere.
Most of the bare trees along these busy and familiar streets are usually dressed with vibrant and festive lights, dying the virgin slow around them the same vivid colours. The colours are echoed and exaggerated by the whiteness all around. It's the night that the city comes alive and sheds its gray and colourless dismal shell. I love the whisps of coffee scented aromas and christmas music that embrace me as I walk past streetside shops as customers are exiting.
It's not the reds and greens, the fake santas, florescent pink sky or even the snow that makes christmas back home so special. It's something in the air- something that both singapore and san jose lacks. So you smell christmas in the air?
Here are some more pictures of ma ville, my neighborhood.
The first one is the old port montreal with the frozen waters in the foreground and the second one is McGill College st. It leads directly to the main gates of McGill (as seen in the very end of the street.
Here in north america people go to all lengths to decorate their houses with christmas lights, trees and garlands. It really makes the neighborhood look like disney land.
My favourite place to have Christmas is Montreal. In Montreal it's usually always snowy. The streets look like they are made out of white marble due to the untainted snow. Walking along the sidewalk of street of Sherbrook (the main street that marks the end of McGill campus and the begining of downtown), you feel like you are walking in a tunnel with a dome roof- as the
snow sticks to the intertwining branches of the trees above your head. Everything in the world seems to glow with the bright downtown street lights, car lights, christmas lights and beam lights from the sky scrapers. Each step in front of you multi-coloured sparkles dance in the snow. It's rush hour, but the busy scene of last minute shoppers with their huge bags crossing the streets, the cars in the traffic congestion trying to get out of town, the sound of bells from the salvation army volunteer dressed like santa and asking for money, are all masked by the giant feathers floating down from the sky. The ear muff on my ears, the crunchiness of snow under my boots and the soft pettals falling on my eyelashes, nose and hair always gives me a sense of detachement from the world. The rush and busy-ness always seems at a distance and in slow motion. In this kind of calming setting you never feel like there is a rush to go anywhere.
Most of the bare trees along these busy and familiar streets are usually dressed with vibrant and festive lights, dying the virgin slow around them the same vivid colours. The colours are echoed and exaggerated by the whiteness all around. It's the night that the city comes alive and sheds its gray and colourless dismal shell. I love the whisps of coffee scented aromas and christmas music that embrace me as I walk past streetside shops as customers are exiting.It's not the reds and greens, the fake santas, florescent pink sky or even the snow that makes christmas back home so special. It's something in the air- something that both singapore and san jose lacks. So you smell christmas in the air?
Here are some more pictures of ma ville, my neighborhood.
The first one is the old port montreal with the frozen waters in the foreground and the second one is McGill College st. It leads directly to the main gates of McGill (as seen in the very end of the street.Here in north america people go to all lengths to decorate their houses with christmas lights, trees and garlands. It really makes the neighborhood look like disney land.
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