We arrange to meet with Sam, after work, at Place des Arts at 7pm. She’ll jump on the bus, we’ll jump on the metro and it’s just 2 stops away from Berri-UQAM. “No problem” I say confidently, “I know Place des Arts”, and I do… however I took us to Place d’Armes. instead. Even though Sam distinctly said, and I repeated, Place des Arts.instead (also 2 stops away from Berri-UQAM, just on the wrong line).
We waited for about 15 minutes until I listened to Gerry and realized my mistake… back on the metro – phone call to Sam’s, where luckily her friend had Sam on the other line.
Finally we got to Place des Arts and Sam found us. We then proceeded to walk to Chinatown, near Place d’Armes, for dinner.
While Sam & Gerry read the menu, I took a series of candid shots that will no doubt get me some grief. (but hey – we all know that’s why you are reading this anyway… click on them and you should get full sized Sam shots.)
After taking this shot, the waiter said we were all beautiful. We all commented on our goofy smiles… the prime reason not to look at photos of yourself!LexnGer, on Flickr”>