Canada is a country of maple leaves, hockey, maple syrup, gorgeous
nature, and cities completely different from each other .
One has only to cross the border of the United States
and Canada, as things change around. At first it is noticeable on the roads:
not that they are so clearly becoming worse, but still not American. Now is the
time to take heart, praising the Motherland, it’s not only our problem, it
turns out!
And then you start to look around and completely
forget about the roads, about fatigue and about the desire to take a nap under
the rustle of the wheels. Because on the sides absolutely incredible pictures
of magnificent Canadian autumn open ... The forests are colored, perhaps, by
all shades of yellow, orange, burgundy, purple and even chocolate colors. There
is something to look at: here, because of a sharp turn, blue-blue mountains
appeared in the multi-colored spots of the forest. Here are villages, but
rather even small towns, so cozy and cute that it seems that all happy people
are trying to settle here.
And the pastoral picture of a mowed field, a frozen
white or blue tractor, twisted hay coils, late autumn colors, a small house and
a bright garden around are fascinating more and more.
Canadians love their autumn. In those days, when the
foliage reaches the peak of its beauty, they go out into nature to admire this
miracle, as the Japanese gather around cherry blossoms in bloom. These things
are called “look at the leaf fall”, and hotel rooms by the lakes or in the
forests are occupied several weeks before the season. And you can even
understand the Canadians. Listen to how beautiful Canadian autumn and see it
with your own eyes are completely different stories. And each new turn of the
road revealed amazingly beautiful views of what seemed to be such an ordinary
phenomenon as the annual autumn .
At the foot of a high hill from time immemorial there
was a small settlement Hochelaga. The tribe of the Iroquois tried to live in
peace with all who wanted peace with them. The Indians fished, went hunting and
built nimble canoes. In the spring they gathered sweet maple syrup from red
maples, in the fall they admired motley leaves. They fought as without it, and
the enemy's scalps were the best reward of a brave warrior. Married, continued
their race and carefully passed on traditions from generation to generation.
And then came the pale-faced .
The city of Montreal,
which in translation sounds like the "Royal Hill", stands on the site
of the very Indian settlement. However, the indigenous people of Canada do not
like being called Indians and prefer the word "Inuit" or
"indigenous people." The city was built as a French trading post, the
French became its first inhabitants, and today Montreal is the second
French-speaking city in the world after Paris.
Entering the city from the United States, the first to
see the St. Lawrence River. And then there is a view of the city floating out
of the waters of the river, on the hill of Mont-Royal, from which you can also
admire Montreal, if you manage to carve out for this time.
Montreal is located on a huge island and he has to
compare all the time with Budapest, Petersburg, Paris. I can’t argue, but it
seemed to me that the city was not like anything, it was too peculiar, too
original and had its own face. Probably, the coming Americans see Montreal
European. But I would say that this is no longer Europe, but not America at
all. This is what has become a kind of bridge from the Old World to the New,
the one that has connected two civilizations. Everyone here will be able to
find exactly what he wants. European - similarity with their cities. American -
America.
Montreal is the heart
of Quebec, as Canadians themselves believe. The Canadian flag is everywhere
adjacent to the flag of Quebec - a white cross and heraldic lilies on a blue
background. These lilies can be found everywhere - painted on paving slabs, in
the form of a stigma on the bricks of buildings, on the wall of an old
basilica, on a shop window, even on souvenir nonsense sold here in great
abundance .
It was officially recognized that the city was the
second in the world in the comfort of life, and I was not surprised at all ...
There it is really very comfortable and you realize this somehow gradually,
quite unexpectedly for yourself. Just catch yourself thinking that you are good
here and that you do not want to run around the sights at all. I want to be
here, catch the rhythm of the city and become one organism with it.
The official language of Montreal is French, and this
is a little confusing, confusing which continent, country you are in.
And all this seems completely impossible and at the same time
terribly sweet, and you seek out what is nice to see for you, and refuse to
believe that within a few hours of driving from the USA there is such a
civilization that has preserved its originality and carries it in spite of
everything through the centuries.
First look at the city as first love. Everything is
simple - narva, do not like. Lawless Heart! Cute autumn twilight, and the
breeze from the river, and the clatter of horses on the cobblestones (the most
that is present!), And French gallantry, and the unique graded "p",
and the burning stars in the inky sky, and completely European buildings
emerging in the light of lights - how can you not fall in love unconditionally
and immediately. And it is so easy to forgive Montreal all inconsistencies with
Europe - when you love, you do not find fault with trifles.
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