Montreal in November is very gray. Without snow on the ground, it is positively soul-crushing. Little wonder the natives begin to get restless, even with months of winter looming. With Christmas coming, there’s something to look forward to, but it’s all downhill after that.
I always walk a lot when I am visiting my former home city. The photos in this post look like they were taken at dusk, but this was morning!
Yup, that’s a tree, already wrapped up for winter.
I approached the park at the top of the mountain, admiring the rock wall.
Dogs don’t care if it’s dark and gloomy, do they?
These huskies were enjoying another path on the east side of the park.
This house was already preparing for Christmas, in pretentious fashion, I thought. But maybe that’s just me. Those decorations were a spot of green in an otherwise gray landscape, and I was glad to see them.