We talked with Stephanie about her job working in the city for France/ Canada relations. Her work is very important for the kingdom. We performed a few pieces for her and had a jam session in the park. The weather was beautiful and we did not want to leave.We dropped Stephanie off at the ferry, bid her adeau, and headed towards Montreal. Brendan, Greg's son, was meeting us at our youth hostel on rue Saint Denis. The traffic was horrendous, but we made it to Montreal after about four hours.
We made it to our youth hostel, or auberge, but we discovered that it had been overbooked. Apparently there is an office in New York and in Montreal, and the records were not communicated correctly. We checked up and down the street for vacancies, but there were none. We met up with our friends from La Clef Montreal, and when we told them our situation they made some calls for us. We looked around for a cheap place to eat, and we got to see a belligerent homeless man. We ate dinner at subway and split up with Greg and La Clef Montreal. We walked to Little Italy and met some interesting folks. We held some dance lessons in an illuminated gazebo and attracted some onlookers. DeMarcus and Greylan taught me a jazz step.We met back up with the rest of the team and drove to our new Auberge- l'Auberge Chez Jean. It is in a much nicer neighborhood and there was room for all of us. Our host, Majid, is a French citizen. It is nice to hear a legitimate French accent for a change. One of the La Clef Montrealers told us a hick Quebecois fish story in French. I didn't understand it but he said it in a very thick Quebecois accent. The boys are sharing a room with two Londoners. I don't think they are too pleased about us being here; there are a few lumberjacks amongst us.
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