Though very tempted to stay in tonight, I realized I may not spend that many more Halloweens in Montreal. I'm determined to make the most of my time here. So, I got all lit up like a Christmas tree (in a manner of speaking--see photo) and joined a group for a ghost tour of old Montreal. It had the potential to be cheesy, but in fact, it was amazing. They hired literally hundreds of horrifying-looking zombies to roam the streets and taunt us during our tour. That was impressive. Our group was given a map with the assignment to find four specific ghosts and hear their stories. Given the ambiance--cobblestone streets, old stone buildings, dark alleys, and true stories of grizzly deaths that happened exactly where we were--some parts of it were actually pretty creepy. Especially with zombies lurking all around.
Afterwards, as we were walking along one of the streets, we found a Christmas store. I
felt right at home.
Five of us wrapped up the evening with a quick drink at a lovely bar, and now I'm home, where I'll be vacuuming fake pine needles off the floors, walls, and furniture for the next week. They're everywhere. Everywhere.
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