It’s a rather cold and murky day in Montreal as I find my way to the top of Mount Royal that overlooks the city. The pages of a brass book tell me that the city takes its name from this hill.
I’ve missed the best of the autumn colors here in Canada. Most of the trees are bare as the country readies itself for another cold and hard winter, like all Canadian winters. As I stand there feeling the chill of the wind, despite wearing multiple layers, I can’t help but wonder how Canadian people cope with six months of winter.