Montreal is a city filled with terrible magicks. Brother Andre's beatified heart sits in St. Joseph's oratory waiting for its final miracle. Stairways wrap around buildings like vines. Architecture sharply moves from the old to the new, where train platforms are somewhere between cathedrals and factories.
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It takes most of the day to find each other as we are staying at different billets: Neil at Jani's, Natalie at Amelie's, and myself at Colin and Ashleigh's. Natalie and I meet at the Guy-Concordia station with hopes of picking up the remaining books from Jon Paul. We make our way to the Concordia Library building to visit the Matrix office, where, since no one is home, I leave a note next to the covers of our books:
THESE BOOKS ARE THE ROCKINGEST
BOOKS EVER!
LOVE,
THE AUTHORS
We retrace our steps back to Jani's where we meet Neil, who, upon getting our message bout meeting at Concordia, has promptly taken a cab ride to and from downtown. We stumble down the street Santropol, where we enjoy sandwiches.
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