A Museum Visit 25 Years in the Making
The first time Will and I traveled to Montréal was in the summer of 1999. We had just gotten engaged, and we were taking a side trip into Canada on our way to Vermont. The trip was planned as very much a union of two vastly different interests: the outdoorsy and the cultural. As you might imagine, the Vermont part was 100% Will's trip. I had not been on a bike since I was 12 years old, and I had no idea just how difficult biking 25 miles per day in Vermont would be. (Now I know.) And the idea was that Montréal would be my part of the trip: French food, French language, Old Montréal architecture, and the art museum. Will was happy to eat croissants and crepes and fondu (poor Will, right?) and then try to feign interest as I enjoyed a day of art at the museum. But as luck would have it--or was it planned all along...?--Montréal Museum of Fine Arts was not open on Mondays, the only full day we would be in the city. So, we never made it to the museum in 1999. Nor ever sin