The dolphin-like back of the mountain looks yellow and red and the iceberg-like cruiseships named Princess, Harmony and Delight disgorge hundreds in search of shopping and of turning leaves. As we leave for work, morning announcements of the days frivolities carry across the water in muffled sounds. At night, a giant rainbow of lights quietly glows against the backlit stage of downtown skyscrapers.
The concrete boxes of Habitat have almost disappeared under the lush curtains of the autumn ivy.
Long caravans of some mega film production block our driveway. A Julie Christie look-alike stands in Lobby 2, asking for a phonebook. When Afterglow hits Montreal, I realize she was no look-alike.