Day 14 - Montreal. The queue seemed to be infinitely long. Schwartz's deli in Montreal is an institution. It's so well known now that at least half the customers are tourists. It's better than New York pastrami. Smoked meat. The culinary delight of Jewish Montreal? No. The culinary delight of all of Montreal. When you read a guidebook about the city, the one listing labeled "montrealaise" was Schwartz's. The only way to blog smoked meat is to add smells, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet.

Day 13 - Montreal. I sat at the outdoor cafe that had just opened for the season, this being the 27th of May. The weather was beautiful; crisp and warm, and almost everyone was sporting a teeshirt, an undershirt, or a skimpy top. It felt like Rome; the sunglasses, dark skin, European style, and lightly-accented English. The music was barely audible, people were playing backgammon and cards, the most popular drink was the Cuban mojito, the most popular greeting, "Cherie!"

Only on la Main in Montreal. St. Laurent.