Blood test over, I had a meandering walk and saw children with a great sense of purpose.
Parents with their kids too. Was it the last day of school? (No, Alice, already almost suppertime. School was over.)
I ended up in my garden where I picked some lettuce.
I don't mind the holes in the leaves. I wash the lettuce before I eat it. If the bugs find it so tasty, I usually do too.
As always, I'm impressed by my Bangladeshi neighbour's two-tiered utilization of space and hope to get organized to do that myself one year. In a month's time, she'll have squash growing up the sides of the trellis and hanging from the top with greens in the shade underneath.
This is *my* Montreal: lots of room for different people and cultures, parents and kids.