We are incredibly lucky and have a balcony at both the front and back of the apartment. The front one gets the sun first thing in the morning, and the back one gets the sun from late morning through to evening. The back balcony is not as pleasing on the eye, with it's rusty metal surfaces (which we are in the process of trying to hide) but as it: a) has the sun most of the day and b) you don't have to access it through our bedroom as you do with the front one; the barbecue is here. (Actually, I have a feeling there would be a law in Outremont preventing you from having the barbecue out the front anyway - it seems to be a borough full of rules.)
We only own one set of chairs and tables at the moment too, so we put them out the back. We need to go and get another set, but this is the third one we have had to buy in as many years - we left the first one in Sevilla as we knew the apartment we were moving into in Munich didn't have any outside space, but then we had to move into another apartment in Munich which did have a balcony so we then had to go and buy outside chairs and a table again. On moving out here we were trying our best to minimize what we bought over so we left it in Munich.
The chair/table set was the cheapest available in that well-known Swedish furniture store, but when you have bought it three times it isn't all that cheap...
We are quite pleased about this fact, as it has been two weeks and he still hasn't ventured much further than where we park our car. This wimpish behaviour does mean he is always entertained though: whenever someone comes out of their back door in any of the apartments around us, he runs inside, tail resembling a bottle brush, and hides in the bathroom. It doesn't seem to matter that there is a road in between them and us and therefore there's a huge space in between them and him. It is all scary.
The wind blew the back door shut and he was stranded outside for a whole five minutes. When I opened the door he shot back indoors and wouldn't leave my side for the next ten minutes.
The first was when he came face to face with a squirrel. He wasn't too sure of it, and the squirrel wasn't to sure of him, so they sat staring at each other, each one not daring to move; before eventually the squirrel became aware of my presence and decided to head back down the stairs.