One of the other (many) things I figured that Rhys needed to do while he was here was having a beavertail. Now, for everyone pulling out their "poutine face" I assure you they are scrumptious, and not made of meat. Beavertails or "queues de castor" are very Canadian, and particularly Quebecoise. Therefore, Rhys had to try some while staying here...naturally. Luckily enough, there is an establishment that sells them right here in Old Montreal's Old Port, so to kill two birds with one metro ride we went to The BeaverTails Co. for a bite to eat after leaving the Olympic stadium on our way to climb the mountain.
Old Montreal's Old Port is as the name implies; old, and is the one of the oldest parts of Montreal. Very reminiscent of England with its Ye Olde Streetes and cobble stones. This is where we chose to enjoy our queues de castor, people watching...
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