Mar. 11th, 2013

poire_gourmande: (Hogwarts)
Prompt: Use a variety if sensory details to describe your favorite place in the world.

Word count: 292

Rating: PG



Montreal.


The best city in the world, because it is all the cities in the world. A city of diversity, a plural city.


The Quartier Latin, with its restaurants – Chinese, Mexican, Italian – its bars – punk, Irish, reggae – its schools, its people – students, artists, homeless.


The Quartier des spectacles, with its shops, restaurants, theaters. Ballet, festivals, music, an orgy of culture for everyone.


Chinatown, where you can’t tell if you’re still in Quebec or if you walked through a mystic portal and wound up in Asia. Sidewalk sales, inviting bakeries, whole lacquered ducks, not a word of French or English to be found.


The Plateau, with its overpriced – but oh so good – restaurants, its intellectuals, its hipsters, and the most gorgeous apartments you’ll ever see – but overpriced too.


The Old Port, with its buildings dating from the first days of the colony, where you can really see history before your eyes. With its paved streets dating from before cars existed, where you can’t walk in heels because it hurts. Where you can rent a pedal boat and struggle for ten minutes to learn how to steer it before your rental time is over. Where you can skate on the Bonsecours basin in the winter, and protest in the streets in the spring – Le Printemps Érable, they say!


Montreal is my city, a city of constant culture shock, where winter lasts six months, but where summer makes up for it with epic heat waves. A city with the most beautiful women in the world – because they’re from all over the world.


And the language – a fantastic mélange of French and English, with a bit of Québécois thrown in for good measure: music to my ears.


I’m in love with Montreal, does it show?
poire_gourmande: (Hogwarts)
Prompt: It had been years since Katherine smelled the saltiness of the sea and heard the squawk of seagulls overheard. But she was home again now…

Word count: 158

Rating: PG

It had been years since Katherine smelled the saltiness of the sea and heard the squawk of seagulls overheard. But she was home again now…

She could see the little blue house at the end of the road, precariously perched at the edge of the cliff, always menacing to fall in, but still standing, after all these years.


She could hear the shouts and laughs of children playing on the beach, their voices carried by the wind.


She could smell all the delicious meals her mother had prepared for her when she heard Katherine was returning home.


She could feel the sea breeze on her skin, a bit too cold, but so refreshing after the crowded, overheated train.


But most of all, she could feel the love and affection this place and its people had for her. She could tell everything and everyone had missed her as much as she had missed them.


That’s what “home” really means.

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