Quebec is in the Timing
Once upon, I spent six months working in Montreal. It was in the thick of winter so forgive my recollection of dull grey skies and depressing cold. The buildings along rue St Jacques had salt shadows taller than me and my daily jaunt to the office could have been made on ice skates. Our recent road trip, perfectly timed to the height of Montreal's two week summer, erased all my frigid memories. Beauty's Luncheonette did a fair share of the erasing.