Today I was determined as yesterday and before yesterday, and before the day before yesterday (well you get the idea, I stop there) to cry against the winter, sulking under my duvet and hibernate.
But finally, an invitation, impromptu but still very nice to drink coffee and do a puzzle and baby daddy frog cok 'inel, pulled me out of bed. So tonight I
relatively fishing, so I wanted a little culturer children (Loustik, 9 years now, and her boyfriend). And we were
:
- test our scientific knowledge (and lose a pair of mittens) to science center,
- we walk on the docks of the old port illuminated and sound systems.
- listen to stories in the underground ruins of Old Montreal.
- to Montreal's old port by nignt Mc Gill by foot on walk (it was even a co-trots *)
- waltz in 1872, assists with super-complicated, at a masked ball .
- take a carriage ride.
- take a short course on the geology of Mount Royal : strata, magma, erosion ...
- listen (in English, translated by a student like my father, ie 10 minutes of explanations, summary translation 3 seconds) the entire history of the Redpath Museum (thin here I remember what year the trees have been planted, yet she said)
- visit the same museum Redpath in the light of a flashlight. It's a funny concept (if not practice) of visiting a museum in the dark. Fortunately, the boyfriend of his lamp had Loustik pig snout it a bit when it illuminates, is not discrete but it made the case for watching the mummies and the search giant sloth skeleton (which was not found) .
- take 3 different buses, which run all the wrong way to go, but hey we filed the last to walk home. All
between 18h pm and 2:47 am. Ben
children have found a way to be tired at the end, it no longer holds the road brats today. I swear.
* Wink at Me Spellstutter Sprite
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