Imagine parking your bike in this stupidly cute alley way.
Imagine opening the door to your stupidly cute red BRICK apartment, because y’know, there are no earthquakes in Montréal.
Imagine doing this little ritual every afternoon after work, before you put on something breezy and summery (because Montréal has real seasons) and head out for poutine and cocktails with your stupidly attractive and well-dressed friends who greet you by kissing both of your cheeks and switch effortlessly between English and French because that’s what you do on Thursdays.
One can dream. Gawd, I love Mile End so hard.
Mile End, Montréal.