Recently I had the chance to take a trip to Old Montréal. That is — the part where they speak in French! A place where you risk hearing that old foreign tongue on the streets, and you can even be addressed in French without a simulcast translation!
That is to say, the Montréal I thought I would be living in. The rest of it is becoming an English town, and it’s a place where English thrives best out of any city presently within a united Canada, as some suggest.
It’s true. I know it because I’m making it worse.