Ladies, ladies, ladies.

My Emily came to visit!

Cheeeeese.

 

We went to Schwartz's with the ladies. They're famous for the smoked meat that they store in large, grey, greasy, unappetizing hunks in the window, but you really should go for the pickles. Oh man, those pickles. Oh man.

These girls. They're good stuff.

There were many other Montrealy activities including a poetry open mic at which Malek was the best, and the tam-tams, where we found medieval knights fighting with foam swords - which may explain why they needed to invent castles and fortifications and catapults and things.

Is the guy in the green shirt using a Rock Band kit?

 

Also, his armour does not shine. Disappointing.

 There was also much browsing of book stores, drinking of tea, eating of bread, and walking late at night, and just enjoying each other's company.

Then, we kitty-sat.

Maggie enjoys the book of Hebrews.

And that, for now, is that.