Montréal people: Slipping into spring
This past sunny weekend—with temps just at 1C/32F—of not-quite-spring, I had my camera out while waiting on an outdoor bench at Café Olimpico, while Le Duc bought coffees.
Next to me, a young knitter worked turquoise yarn into a scarf, the sun just warm enough to work without stiff fingers:
A friend joined her, in shoes that matched her yarn:
And seemed even more piquant on a man:
Surrounded by others in black, a citron skirt and a smile leavened the day:
The only green in sight: pants!
The scarf in mulberry and gold signaled the season's change, and she was so tender with her baby, who wore a bright hand-knit cap and royal-blue snowsuit:
A butterscotch coat's sweep suggests a vintage provenance. The big scarves on both are très Montrèalaise:
But the most beautiful face belonged to a husky; I could have gazed into those ice-blue pools for hours:
Boutique windows evoke dreams, such as an audacious pantsuit:
The reality: patches of snow and ice, and more flurries in the forecast. Still, we sit outdoors the instant we can, even if we have to huddle in ski jackets!
On the sunny side of the street, spring comes just a few days earlier.
Next to me, a young knitter worked turquoise yarn into a scarf, the sun just warm enough to work without stiff fingers:
A friend joined her, in shoes that matched her yarn:
The passers-by added one small touch to still-sensible ensembles, and ah, what hope in that touch! Coloured pants like the ochre jeans below broke winter's darks:
Surrounded by others in black, a citron skirt and a smile leavened the day:
The only green in sight: pants!
The scarf in mulberry and gold signaled the season's change, and she was so tender with her baby, who wore a bright hand-knit cap and royal-blue snowsuit:
A butterscotch coat's sweep suggests a vintage provenance. The big scarves on both are très Montrèalaise:
But the most beautiful face belonged to a husky; I could have gazed into those ice-blue pools for hours:
Boutique windows evoke dreams, such as an audacious pantsuit:
The reality: patches of snow and ice, and more flurries in the forecast. Still, we sit outdoors the instant we can, even if we have to huddle in ski jackets!
On the sunny side of the street, spring comes just a few days earlier.
Comments
hostess: I'd vote for the culture; IMO any climate accommodates style or not.
LPC: Talk about trial by fire! We can have a 60(C) temperature difference between the coldest and warmest weather, and you visited during the statistically coldest month!
materfamilias: The fun day is the sunny one when the temperature reaches 5C and all the jeunes filles cast off their coats and tights, as if it were at least 15 degrees warmer!
Today we had a mild respite and I was out on my bicycle, and indeed, there were brave souls sunning themselves as if it was really spring. Including some gentlemen of pensioner age from South Asia, on the benches in the park in front of the Loblaws supermarket. They were chatting and enjoying life.
Renzo's birthday next week!!!!!
I was thrilled to come back to England to see spring has sprung with daffodils and magnolias in full bloom and little green leaves starting on the trees. Yay spring!