Next to the fabled Montmorency Falls
Which are, as advertized, higher than Niagara.
Lunch at an ancient house with a water mill
On the Ile d'Orleans in the river.
Captive customers, as always on a tour,
We did delight in the visit to a sugar shack
On the island, reminiscent of similar establishments
In Vermont and New Hampshire.
At the park that was the Plains of Abraham,
One could visualize the half hour battle that
Killed both generals, Montcalm and Wolfe,
And resulted in Canada passing to British domination.
Immediately after the ship docked in Montreal,
We were treated to a lengthy tour of the city,
Including a ride to the top of Mount Royal
And the faux London suburb of West Mount.
The French language signs throughout Montreal
Are literal translations of their English counterparts
And thus easy to read and follow.
All the hospitality people spead idiomatic English.
But the British influence seems sadly gone.
The Black Watch Regiment Armoury was deserted.
Only the Anglican churches cling to old ways
With scheduled services for tiny congregations.
We attended a lengthy Sunday service at St. James the Apostle,
With a baptism of three infants by the lady Canon Rector.
The plaque on the walls of St. James and the cathedral
Paid tribute to Canadians in both World Wars; and
Listed the rectors and bishops of the Anglican diocese.
Starved for art, we hied up to the Musee des Beaux-Arts,
Only to find the major collections closed,
Save for a fascinating private exhibit
Of Napoleon paintings and artifacts.
The weather was very warm and humid for Montreal.
Droves of students from McGill and Laval swarmed the streets.
Best of all were the restaurants, featuring
Simple dishes prepared elegantly.
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