There are very few things in the world I love more than a good snowstorm (except maybe kittens and chocolate) But there’s just something about the city, slowly shutting down, silently. The yellowish light through the snowflakes. I’m one of these people who, instead of retreating in their homes with a good book and a warm tea, ventures out in the storm to capture the beautiful display of Mother Nature. I did just that in Montreal last January, and here’s what I got.
I ventured a little bit around Square St-Louis in the Plateau Mont-Royal neighborhood. Although I live on the eastern side, I enjoy exploring my own area and discovering new sights every time. Square St-Louis is particularly interesting if you are a French poetry aficionado, as it’s where Emile Nelligan used to live – you can even find his statue there. On snowy days, his famous “Soir d’hiver” poem is especially fitting…
“Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Qu’est-ce que le spasme de vivre
À la douleur que j’ai, que j’ai!”
And then I was off to Old-Montreal after a short metro ride. I was there just after rush time, when people had left work for the comfort of their home, anxious to beat the storm and leaving Old-Montreal to myself. Notre-Dame Basilica is always so strikingly beautiful, at any time of the year…
No matter where I am in the world, even considering the amazing sights I had the chance to see, nothing compares to the beauty of a snowstorm in Montreal to me. Ideal weather for a romantic late-night walk…
Are you a fan of snowstorms? In the cities or in the country for the sports? Would you travel for that kind of weather?