A friend and I had arranged to meet up last Thursday, a couple of days beforehand I came across the website for the 'Montréal Complètement Cirque'. A circus festival! There were numerous events to choose from, but most were scheduled for the evening. I did howver find a performance for the afternoon so texted her the link asking if she wanted to go. Once I had hit the 'send' button however, I then read it in a little more in depth and realized to my - it turned out to be our - horror it didn't involve watching the performers, but getting involved on tightropes ourselves.
We soon scrapped that idea.
There was something else 'circusy' on in the morning and, from what we could tell from the very brief information (it was in French, of course), it involved watching rather than participating.
As we wondered along from the metro to the park where the event was being held, chatting away, we kept meeting groups of toddlers being taken for their walk in the bright morning sunshine. It must be the area for childcare/nurseries.
As we got nearer to the park, the number of children we passed grew. We had never seen so many under 5's in one neighbourhood!We reached the park, and the performance.
Yup, we had picked a children's circus event!
As we marched away from the circus performance and all the children, my friend suggested we go to a park nearby she had heard of but never been to called, 'Parc Jarry'.
I definitely want to go back.
Talking of clowns...
Albie surpassed himself on Sunday.
I went into our bedroom (located at the front of the apartment) and heard him wailing outside. Walking out onto the balcony I peered up and down the street but couldn't see any sign of him, although I could hear him; boy could I hear him...
Eventually I spotted him: he was on the third floor balcony of the building three doors up the street!
Given the awful sound he was making he was clearly trapped up there. T went and knocked on the neighbour's door, but there was no answer. We tried the apartment next door as their balcony touches the balcony Albie was wailing on, but got no answer from there either. The doors onto both the balconies were slightly ajar, so it was clear the inhabitants hadn't gone away on holiday, so we had no choice to wait until they returned. We pinned a note to their front door asking them to just let him out of the back door and he would find his way home.
Meanwhile Albie, having seen T, was getting more and more cross that T wasn't doing anything to help his predicament, and the whole street soon knew our cat was somewhere he shouldn't be.
We have no idea how he got there, and are not at all confident he has learnt from his adventure...