Who is that friend; you know, the one who will always be there, but whom you never get to see?
Perhaps it is someone from your childhood with whom you have kept precious bonds developed over years of growing together? Or, it might be someone whom you met as an adult with whom there is something special? I have numerous friends, some of whom I have not seen for 60 years; yet, a close bond remains.
This past summer was a hectic one, with travels around Canada, Germany and the Netherlands. Everywhere I went required travel by plane or train. Despite this, there was an extra trip that, in my heart, I wanted to do.
Greg is a remarkable friend whom I have known, mostly from a distance, for about 10 years. He lives in Montréal, and my home is far, far away in Ecuador. He is one of those extremely outstanding males who exudes a pure, honest, non-threatening spirit that draws one to him. It might also be that his having been one of the original writers of the children’s show Sesame Street, connects with my inner child?
From Ottawa, where I was visiting a daughter and a beautiful new granddaughter, it is only a two hour train ride to Montréal. Taking an early morning train and returning in the evening was to give me the opportunity to revisit the city in which I lived on two occasions in the 1960s and 1980s, as well as having time to take a long lunch with my Greg.
I will not bore you with the chatter that passed between us. But, be assured, that just having made the effort and savoring the warmth of buddies reuniting, made the trip special. But, I will not let you escape the thought that there is someone who you would treasure visiting. Who is it; and, what are you going to do?
I arrived in the Montréal train station in time for breakfast and watched the comings and goings of passengers. There were moments when there were large lineups before passengers descended to the boarding platforms. There were other moments when the station appeared almost empty. Then, as if flushed from below, hordes of people flowed up and out of the stairwells and onward to the adjoining streets; leaving the station amost empty one more time.
My target for the days photography was historic, Old Montréal.
Let me share some of that day’s photos with you.
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