Sunday, August 11, 2002
I feel like a cat. Full of myself. Contented. A Greek cat, I should say, 'cause I'm still stuffed with dolmades, octopus and sagenaki. The worst thing is the amount of bread they give you with the olive oil and vinegar dip. You're full before you've started. But I love that stuff. For B— it was an evening of discovery. I'm glad he doesn't have to worry about money, because St-Laurent would be out of our budget. And mine.
Speaking of which, the exhibition. I thought there'd be more, but it was still pretty interesting. They've got some amazing statistics. Half the employees in Montreal's food industry are Greek. Incredible. St-Laurent was the lifeblood of the country for a hundred years. Everything that's good about Canada could be found there in ever-changing, different forms over the decades (I sound like a CBC series!). B— seemed to find it interesting. In fact he seemed to like the museum itself as much as what's in it. Something about the volumes and the presence of the old city walls in the basement. It was good to be in the air-conditioning for a while.
I so want him to fall in love with Montreal as well as with me. I never want him to leave. I guess it's wishful thinking to hope that Sean won't come back here at some point.
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