manor room on mount royal
my roman a clef
My hotel on Rue Stanley.
I learned about this place through an article on Montreal in the San Francisco Chronicle. It was fun and predominantly comfortable, but it was not without incident or issue. Nevertheless, beginning with Thanksgiving night, I spent two nights and part of three days there. It had been twenty-five years since I lived in a warm lamp-lit room with snow falling outside my window. There was poignancy in the experience. It was moving to revisit snowy climes in Winter. It was unlikely that I would ever live there again. It's the impression you have that you are saying farewell.
(Journal to follow)
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