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 Hello, I'm Yujean. I live in Philadelphia and like books, foxes, and espresso.       |
My guess is that these were shot in March.
These are scans that I got back from the lab. They came to me as 72 DPI so they’re pretty wonky. When my neurosis gets to me I’ll re-scan them myself. My boys.
1. I adopted a dog a month ago. His name is Finley and he’s been taking up a lot of my time, bringing me lots of joy. I made him a blog here. 2. I’m slowly getting back into shooting, and just got back some film from the past couple of months. 3. This is a photo I took of my friend Hunter earlier this year.
They just keep on coming.
On Day 4 we left Montréal for the Eastern Townships, a region in scenic southern Quebec. We stayed in Magog, right on Lake Memphrémagog. It’s about 20 miles from the US-Canada border and is situated among mountains, rolling hills, vineyards, and lakes. The traffic lights on the main street of Magog play classical music. Driveways house as many boats as they do cars, and most of the streets seem like back roads. When you drive through them, you pass numerous chocolatiers, some of which roast their own coffee beans, and huge pastures with a handful of cows and horses. Here are some Fuji pictures from the Eastern Townships. Most of them are from a long hike we took one morning around Lake Stukely. We met two deer on that trail (their photos will come soon).
I scrambled to take photos of our Montréal apartment as we were checking out. Putting things off to the last second, literally, is an unfortunate forté of mine.
We underutilized our kitchen by using it only to fetch cups and store bagels in the fridge. We found this place using Airbnb, which I highly recommend it to travelers and would absolutely use again. It gave us SO much flexibility, and was more affordable and comfortable than squeezing our things into a hotel room. The immediate neighborhood was full of people drinking coffee on balconies overlooking the street, cafés, and bakeries, rather than skyscrapers and banks like most of the giant corporate hotels downtown.
This store, General 54, was one of such stores just a block or two from our place. It stocks the prettiest items from local Montréal artists - I bought a shirt here and it’s my new favorite.
Another store full of knick knacks and a trick pony.
We left Montréal on Tuesday. That morning, we drove up to the highest point in Mont-Royal, which has observatories along the way. That flat spaceship-looking thing is Olympic Stadium.
The very highest point is quite residential, actually, with some of the most decadent and prolific houses I’ve ever seen. There’s also a bit of a forest.
Looks like The Sims, right? Went down the mountain, back into downtown and to Olivier Potier where one entire wall is full of artisan breads and on the other, indulgent pastries.
Dan and I stayed with Ellington en route to Montreal last Friday. She lives on an island on Lake Champlain, and her driveway slopes downhill, leading directly to the water. She has a dog named Deuce, and his favorite toy is a stuffed animal named Dog. We took Deuce out for a swim on Friday night and Saturday morning, and he happily retrieved every stick we threw. Good dog!
These photos were taken with my mini Fuji Instax camera. The last time I checked the weather before packing last weekend, the forecast predicted temperatures in the mid 50s (F) with a moderate chance of showers. In reality, the past two days have been in the mid-70s to 80s with abundant sunshine! Sunday morning immediately following my last post, we walked to Lawrence for brunch. It opened at 10, and we arrived at 9:50 to find a family already waiting for them to open. The parents were so excited when Dan and I mentioned we were visiting from Philadelphia, turns out they lived there for a year in 1976 and loved it. We chatted for a few more minutes until the doors opened. After everyone who had been waiting outside had been seated, the whole place was packed.
My dish didn’t photograph nicely, but Dan’s fared well: poached eggs, salmon and spinach atop a homemade English muffin. Lawrence did not disappoint!
After brunch, we walked past Mont Royal, a large mountain and park in the center if Montreal (also, namesake). There was an outdoor party named Tam Tam starting up. We made our way to Notre Dame Ouest, which is lined with antique and vintage stores. I’ve been picking up a few things about Montreal – the drivers are much nicer than Philadelphia ones, though street parking makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, everybody is helpful and approachable, and many of the cafes look like nightclubs. By the time we got back to our apartment I was so exhausted that I passed out for an hour. Woke up, rallied, and went to the Royal Phoenix a few blocks away to try their veggie poutine. We hadn’t had any poutine up until this point! Food is such a strong motivator. It looked like this and it was gone in about 60 seconds. Then we meandered through the neighborhood for some more time, saw more interesting things. |
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First we passed a place named ta.
Okay, then we were in Old Montreal, which was so pretty and so touristy.
Here I am with a deceivingly miserable face on; I was actually feeling more like this: 
Went to the Plateau neighborhood for more explorations and dinner. Afterwards, we stumbled into 
