Day 144: I Do Not See Beavers (Or Penguins)

Because I am a cretin, I thought I would walk to where the Beavers (and perhaps Penguins) are. After a very long walk that promised to end every fifteen minutes and then extended itself for "1.5" (miles or kilometres I cannot truthfully say), I found the Location of the Beavers (and perhaps Penguins). "Can I help?", said the man in the peaked cap. "I would like a ticket to see the Beavers, and perhaps the Penguins!", I replied. "We are closed, Madame, but open tomorrow. I am Desolated."

Walking endlessly without any real idea of where I am going does not make me a cretin; it makes me Curious and an Adventurer and also someone who is Keen On Walking. Not checking the guidebook to see if the beavers are open for business when you have been informed that very morning that, like France, Montreal's galleries and that are shut on Mondays, makes walking endlessly and without cease down a triple carriageway next to the Olympic stadium no more than what you deserve.

Still, if I hadn't gone on my long, strange, Beaver-less walk, I would never have seen this monkey riding a carousel horse.























Every cloud, and that. I shall try again tomorrow. On the Metro, or perhaps in a cab or on a carousel horse. But not by walking with my feet.