
We spent our whole 24 hours in the city on an island in this river, (the aptly named Île de Montréal) but unfortunately only got to walk along its embankment for a short period.
One of these days I want to go back and take a river cruise, so that I can appreciate it more fully. But we just didn't have time to do that on this trip.
The handsome tower you can see in the distance in the shot above (in front of the bridge) is the Horloge, which we also didn't have time to climb. But we were able to walk around its base and admire its fine proportions...or, should I say, their proportions, since there's a smaller town that's part of the same structure:
Longtime readers of this blog won't be surprised that I took a lot of pictures of this pretty tower...
Here's a shot of the nearby marina, that shows how close the river is to Vieux Montréal, which is why we had time to see it at all...
Along the quai you can see le Marché de Bonsecours, and its companion church, which I've talked about in previous posts.
The river is so wide here that there are several other islands in it. One that we had wanted to visit, but, alas, there was no time, is the Île Sainte-Hélène. It's right across from the Quai d'Horloge, so we at least got to look at it.
The intriguing domed structure in the background is the Montréal Biosphère, just one of the island's many attractions that we wish we could have visited.
Of course, any city on an island, or even one that's not, but has a large river running through it (like London) has a lot of impressive bridges. And in spite of getting sweaty palms when driving across them (especially high or long ones), I really do love these spanning structures.
On the way into town, my GPS directed us to take the Champlain Bridge, which is very long (it even crosses another island—the Île des Soeurs— before you get to the main one) and handsome enough. But I was too white-knuckled at the prospect of navigating this bustling city even to think about taking pictures of it.
On the way out of town, though, we were directed to a really nifty old bridge, the Victoria, that I couldn't help trying to capture photographically for you.
Plus, I was so relieved at having made it out of the most crowded part of the city that I felt I could spare a bit of attention to snap a photo with camera atop the steering wheel.
The bridge was paved with a kind of metal mesh that made an odd sound when you drove over it, and the automobile lanes were split by railroad tracks. It felt historic as we crossed it, so I wasn't too surprised to learn that it was actually the first bridge ever built over the St. Lawrence (according to Wikipedia). What a great way to depart this fabulous city!
Our stay in Québec, as I might have mentioned before, was all too brief. But, as always when traveling abroad, even if not very far abroad, it is also good to come home.
Adieu, Montréal! Perhaps my next visit will allow me to see more of your treasures!




























































