Sunday, March 17, 2013

Old Montreal Youngins

And we're backkk!! Sprang Breaked in Montreal like a bamf. We ate and walked to the next place we'd eat. And perused art galleries home to a dog named Moose. I'm dedicating this post to Old Montreal- a beautiful section of the city that housed crafts of all different sorts and felt oh-so-European. The air was pretty balmy in the 40s so we strolled around the nestled cobble paths for most of the day, taste testing maple butter and pastries along the way.