Simple pleasures

I love this freedom in Montreal, to finish work and go sit in a bookshop café, sipping Earl Grey made from an open teabag dangling on a wooden spike, looking out over McGill College Avenue at the new spring bustle, and reading. Settled at a small round table, surrounded by an artistic disarray of students rephrasing the world at Macs, doodlers redrawing the world in their sketchpads and young and old sages re-constructing the world over nouveau health food, I had a delightful afternoon browsing through the café's latest issues of The New Yorker, The Economist, Newsweek, and of course, Vogue and Cosmo ;).

In two hours, I discovered Spring's latest accessories, Chirac's plans for a Google à la française, Google's corporate strategy, Adam Gopnik's hilarious, witty writing about people who write about food, Netherlands and its integration of its Muslim population... I can hardly think of a more blissful way to simply not do anything useful in one afternoon.

PS: Actually, nothing beats the beach and the sea, but I'll take what I get.