Seeking museums
Based on a limited test, I now know that reserving a taxi the night before results in a polite, conversant, retired from his real life driver arriving on time. The same driver actually knew a direct route between here and there, and within minutes we were waiting for the train. Waiting for a long time, because we had been too conservative in the estimate of time required, but that’s a minor detail. Today, I am on the iron road. The way of the worry free.
After a three hour trip, with a hot meal and (weak) coffee, the train coasted into the station and we were off to discover new worlds. This is a theme-based trip; we’re doing museums, at our own pace. A long walk towards the port to collect our pass and public transit voucher, another long walk to find a quick meal in a coffee shop, and then we entered the Pointe-a-Calliere complex. Of particular interest, over a dozen vintage guitars, similar to the gear used by the Beatles. Hofner, Rickenbacker, Fender and others; my first sighting of a guitar mute.
There was also a collection of artifacts from various ethnic groups (a salute to immigration across the centuries) and a long walk through a rocky basement. Every city has one, based on my experience as a history student. There was also a detour through the science museum, but other than that invention to detect the direction of gunshots (Google it; I’m too lazy), the science was better served to students.
We did have a great supper, at Dunn’s. A rich Louisiana potato stew, and the required smoked meat plate. We decided to offer ourselves cheesecake tomorrow. I returned to the bookstore row, but there is either too much of what I already have, or the covers aren’t grabbing my interest the way they used to. Oh, and before I forget, Steve’s Music has as much magic as ever. I just need deeper pockets, now that I understand what the various knobs and sliders do.
Our hotel wants $14/day for wifi, so I’m using the phone for as a hotspot…
