Before the Disaster

My creator, José Luis Torres, sent a little note today. Émilie Fondanesche, at l’absurde quotidien, adopted one of my fellow houses.

You can find Émilie’s post here, but take a really good look at that first photo.

That’s my group before the disaster! You can even see me. I suffered a bit of damage when we were kicked, but I’m ok.

I spent the day in today. Took in a movie. I have a couple of pics from yesterday, but the photographer has decided to hold off until he makes a better template for this site.

And to borrow from the literary world: here’s a bit of foreshadowing…

Traveling, a mate, and a permanent home await.

Eating My Way Through Sunday July 6, 2008

It’s a good thing they waited until after the jazz fest to go on strike. I hope they get what they want. None of the buildings I talked to plan to cross any picket lines.

I’m trying to quit. Those weren’t all mine.

The photographer and I couldn’t decide between mango and strawberry at Au Festin de Babette so we had both.

As a matter of fact, I had a lot to eat for a Sunday. Pizzedelic, Juliette et Chocolat, Panici

You eat a lot, you have to rest a lot. One of my favorite benches on St. Denis:

I was thinking I was having a tough day with all I had to eat, but this guy was really having stomach problems. Look how bent over he is:

Downtown Montreal on a Sleepy Saturday

We started with a late breakfast at our new favorite place for orange juice, eggspectation.

We took a stroll down Ave. McGill College. I liked the photography exhibit “Echos”

This one about the family stuck in a small room was very sad.

I visited a cousin at McGill College:

Then the photographer helped me get a closer look at The Illuminated Crowd.

We caught a wedding on Saint Catherine. Weddings always make me cry.

At some point I had to rest. The photographer found a really nice pillow for me.

We did some more. But that’s enough pictures for the day. Don’t you think?

The End of Day One

I’d traveled pretty far for one afternoon. From Ave Mont-Royal to Champ-de-Mars. If you don’t think that a long way, you become a small house and take the walk.

Give me some time. I think I’ll find myself a place in the city’s skyline.

The Old Port

We took a stoll down to the old port. For a moment I contemplated hopping a train…

But I decided a hobo’s life wasn’t one for a small house.

The boats looked nice, but I had a vision of being used as ballast or an anchor.

Where Do I Come From?

Now, you may go to a church to ask where you come from, but we headed down to the information booth at the Mont-Royal Metro Station to ask.

Before we had the chance the photographer discovered the sticker under my foundation.

I bet you wish you had a sticker under your foundation to find out where you come from.

A nice person gave the photographer a fiber bar.

I checked for trans fats and harmful additives.

The Story of Une Petite Maison (One Small House)

If this is your first time here, you might want to start at the beginning. (This is how I travel. In style.)