schwartz's

smoked meat was the only option for my last dinner in montreal.

the year of living glamorously

making an effort to inject a bit more glamour into my everyday life. it began simply enough: more breakfasts in sweet cafés (like café neve, which has the best coffee in montreal) with good reads (then it was "the gentlewoman," with its profile of my favorite lady, phoebe philo; now its "the longest journey," as i've been on an e. m. forster kick lately). i predict living glamorously will also include more soirées, more dressing up (not hard), and more fun.

cheese

currently missing: delicious british cheese from neal's yard.

currently hating: my downstairs neighbor who blasts techno music all day long.

the (long) weekend in pictures

one lost and lonely shoe:

from which we learn a valuable lesson:

beauty from within the depths of drudgery (ie, richardson's clarissa)

and the return, enfin, of my curly hair.