Garden Lady

Was trying to write a project today. Was sick of sitting around in my little apartment, so I went out. Got a sandwich at the barbeque place on Mont Royal (It's much more than that: like a deli, boucherie, and gourmet place all in one, with flags of the nations flying outside) and walked west. Unfortunately, the park on rue Mont Royal, near De Lorimier where I live, was closed, being dug up for some sort of improvement. They're probably paving it over, and putting in a fountain. Previously, it was just a few hills, and picnic tables, and benches facing the street. Plenty of wasps, and seagulls and pigeons (call them "urban birds"). But since I was walking west, I wasn't heading towards the usual park I liked to sit in, which had trees, and a fountain, near a public swimming pool.

Wandered into the real Plateau du Montreal area. This is quite beautiful, except there's not a park to be found. I was famished, so finished my sandwich while walking. There was still a drink to deal with. I confess I enjoy a can of beer with my sandwich, even though it's officially frowned upon. I look artsy enough that police don't bother me. If I looked more scruffy, there would be problems.

No park, so I sat on a strip of land by a community garden. Felt a little hard done by, because it was a long walk to find anything. Drew this lady gardener before it started raining. I'm sure she's a lot more pleasant than she looks here, but I was in a bad mood. Still, I'm into ugliness lately, hence the ugly dog next to her, which in fact wasn't there.

That's the story. Not too exciting.