My brother and I planned our weekend away in Montreal weeks in advance. But, the night before we were scheduled to drive up, we both realize we haven’t actually … planned anything.
“Do you speak Canadian?” my brother asks me. (He’s joking.)
“Well, neither of us speaks French,” I reply.
“I thought they only spoke French in Quebec.” (This time, he isn’t joking.)
“Montreal is in Quebec,” I explain.
The extent of our poor planning laid bare, we stuff our luggage in my car the next morning, drive north, and decide to buy two 48-hour “Passeport MTL” attractions passes to see how much fun we can fit into tw
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