Our next stop on our honeymoon was Montreal (see previous post for Day 1 - New York). This was our first day on the trip in Canada. We had a really fun time passing over the border, which pretty much just involved me trying to be as suspicious as possible. We arrived in Montreal before the sun went down, and honestly during the daylight it didn't look like much, but the minute the sun went down Montreal took on a new life. We kept referencing how surreal it felt, as if we were walking around in a romantic movie or in some Parisian painting. It didn't hurt that most of the people around us spoke French, and that the smells of all the open windowed restaurants and cafes was just as beautiful.
On the road again!
The drive from upstate New York to Montreal was pretty beautiful.
The convertible definitely paid off for the views and beautiful temperature.
The air was fresh and smelled like pine, while the wind styled our hair into a knotty mess.
Me just being married and stuff.
Super views on our pit stops.
My husband took so many photos of me looking like a road bum.
He's sweet and talented!
That smile means Ian finally let me take the wheel on this baby.
Driving convertibles IS all it's cracked up to be!
Our arrival in the colorful, and sunny, Montreal.
There is probably a cookie in that brown bag I'm holding, just saying.
Explorin' - this city is way more beautiful than I previously lead you to believe.
Eating lunch at an Amelie worthy cafe called Olive & Gourmando.
Sitting in said, "cafe".
After a pretty ambitious climb, you can overlook most of the city of Montreal from here.
Old Montreal by night.
The city really did "light" up. There were projections of old colorful movie scenes on all the building walls as we walked through the city, and small crowds up people quietly standing to watch or softly speaking in French around us.
It was super mesmerizing and romantic.
That architecture though...
And the EATS!
We probably went back and forth between 5 of the top most interesting and delicious looking restaurants we saw and then finally decided on a super romantic Polish place called Stash Cafe. Our main pull was that we were craving dumplings from our experience with our meal in the Catskill Mountains, but it had a bunch of delicious options, and the atmosphere could not be beat. We got to sit by the open windows and people watch while we talked about our travels so far and the road ahead.
Saying goodnight to Ol' Montreal
Stay tuned for Day 3: Old Quebec
Curated by: Katie Simkins