An easy day

I woke up feeling like i wanted to do very little today so I did. I trudged through more snow to the nearest metro station,  bought a 3 day pass, caught the subway, very efficient and easy to follow, to the main railway station. I have a reservation for the train to NY on Friday but no reserved seat. Not possible. Bit antiquated. I wanted to find out how long before the train  boarded did I have to be there to ensure I got a window seat Also what I could take to eat  ie what do the US customs people object to. There were about 30 people lined up half an hour before it boarded.  Nearby was an area for old people and families. I stood for a minute thinking would i say i was an old person with a dodgy knee. A lady came up and asked if she could help. I explained what I was doing. She said , without looking at my ticket, just my tired haggard face, your are a senior , you can wait here. We board you first. I do in fact have a senior ticket because I am over 65. Good.

Next I went to an area a bit north of the main centre where there was a knitting shop. I must have left my crochet hook in San Fransisco and want another one. The area is known for its outdoor coffee shops, though not in this weather. I did find a crepe place that made buckwheat pancakes, so I had one.

Then a supermarket that took ages. It was not in a neat rectangle. Curved aisles here and there. I did find the bacon, not because I wanted to but any. Avid readers may remember that I was not complementary of the bacon rashers served by a particular hotel chain that Wendy and Co organised for most of the week I was with them in june. They were all exactly the same length and width and seemed to have the fat and lean part evenly distributed. The bacon I got in SF and in Quebec was the same. So today I found that all the bacon sold in a large IGA was exactly the same. They do not have rashers like we know them, with a round bit of meat at one end tailing off .

I stopped on the way back to my apartment for a coffee and I splurged on a maple syrup and pecan brownie. I saved  half for tomorrow. I decided it was my duty as as tourist to sample something with maple syrup in it.

For most of the afternoon i have done little other than crochet some flowers for a new project, try to work out ice hockey rules , read anD watch an extremely inane game show