There is poutine dotted with a single olive, and beer on terraces, and lots of men wearing devastatingly hip and awful white pants. There is a mountain in the center of the city. There is excellent Thai and Indian food, and a hotel in a perfect location, and the best weather you could ask for. There are the old buildings lit up at night, and the botanical garden, and bicycles you rent and pedal all over the city on designated bike lanes. There is coffee and pain au chocolat for breakfast, and walking the busy streets at night to the sounds of jazz clubs and bars spilling out to the sidewalk. There are the bridges in the distance, and the crowds speaking French and accented English, and you are glad to walk around this city with your oldest friend on a sunny May weekend, two weeks after your thirtieth birthday.
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