How easy, driving north on I-89 … pausing in Montpelier, then continuing ’til the rolling hills turn flat and prairie-like. The skies darken, knifing lightning and pelting rain as we span the mighty St. Lawrence … and then viola! Montreal in rush hour.
We make our way to the Chateau Versailles … gracious and quiet. Dinner, wine, leafy green neighborhoods just off the busy Friday-night streets. Huge, old, walled seminaries and convents lining the boulevards … a young woman running strong and steady through the late evening rain … and this morning, coffee, croissants, perhaps … and adventures await.
Here’s what the Writer’s Alamanac offered this morning … how apt!
by Walt Whitman
Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there
who detain’d me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
What I remember right now? Nothing quite so dramatic … a woman walking her dog on a side street near where we ate. And our waiter, who cautioned me several times about how to carry my left-over boulliabasse. Wonder if he was concerned about the amount of wine that had been consumed .. hmmmm.
Oh, and lest I forget … back at the hotel, what a wonder to get on the internet and “watch” as the Phillies came back from a 7-1 deficit in the 9th to win it in the 10th 9-7. They’re B-A-A-A-C-K!