Although it’s impossible to escape the Canadian media’s gleeful pronouncements that Canada is next on al-Qaeda’s hitlist, I am escaping the drudgery of normal life in Toronto. I’m on vacation in Montreal, my adopted city from when I arrived here 1990 until 2002, my other home. City of the best bagels in the world (and i know from bagels, me!) and poutine, my favourite (completely non-kosher) guilty junk food pleasure. Montréal, tu me manques . . .
