There's something special about long road trips...
 
The slow stretch of highway, our favorite playlists, podcasts, the small towns you blink through, and the anticipation of arrival. In early September, Will and I packed up the car in Massachusetts and headed north for a long weekend getaway to Montréal, Québec—our first time entering Canada by car. (My first time visiting Canada—ever)! We’ve both explored the Burlington, Vermont area plenty of times, so the familiar drive through both New Hampshire and
Vermont were beautiful as ever—rolling hills, farm stands, and changing skies.
Nothing quite prepared us for how rural the southern region of Canada felt once we crossed the border. The entry point had no line (a small miracle), and suddenly, we were surrounded by wide-open farmland for miles. Peaceful. Quiet. A soft intro into what would become a whirlwind weekend in the heart of Montréal.





Crossing the Saint Lawrence River
into the old city felt like time-traveling.
From farmland to stone-paved streets... We checked into Sonder Apollon, a small, thoughtfully designed apartment-hotel tucked behind Buvette Pastek on rue St. Paul. It felt like our own little home base in Old Montréal. A private elevator, cozy room, and thankfully—minimal street noise. For the price, it was exactly what we needed.
Our first night out included wandering Sainte-Catherine Street, admiring musicians playing under the glowing arches of Notre-Dame Basilica, and catching glimpses of The Ring downtown. Slice + Soda became our late-night comfort food stop, and yes, we absolutely walked miles more than intended—but that’s our travel style.
Wandering with No Agenda

We’re not itinerary people. We’re wanderers, museum people, sidewalk photographers. The next morning, we got lost (intentionally) and stumbled into Place d’Youville, an old square in Vieux-Montréal. We sipped coffee and sampled pastries at L’Amour du Pain, before exploring the dreamy interiors at Maison Pépin—one of the city’s most inspiring bohemian lifestyle shops.
We continued on foot (our go-to method), capturing the city’s architecture and soft light. We toured the Silique Notre-Dame de Montréal, a gothic revival masterpiece with stained glass that tells deeply spiritual stories. From there, we wandered down to Bota Bota Spa-sur-l’eau, admiring its floating serenity in the port. Just across the river, Habitat 67 stood like a modernist sculpture—brutalist but beautiful.



















Eating Our Way Through the City: Sweet Buns, Crepes & Poutine
Montreal’s Chinatown was a delicious surprise. I devoured sweet buns from Pâtisserie Coco—highly recommend if you find yourself nearby—then wandered (still snacking) back toward rue Sainte-Catherine for my first-ever Montreal crepe. I’ll admit, I’m loyal to my mom’s recipe, but this one was still worth the try.
Later that night, with our legs barely working, we found just enough energy to head down to Bonsecours Market under the stars. And yes—we capped it off with a slice of home from Domino’s… because travel is also about those quirky little comforts.
But our final mission? Poutine. As if the universe was guiding us, we stumbled upon Montréal Poutine, a laid-back courtyard pub with views of old stone buildings and—oddly enough—a giant ET statue above the door. It was everything we hoped for: salty, rich, and almost impossible to finish (though I gave it my best effort).

Markets, Bridges
& Local Moments


The next day, we ventured back down rue St. Paul. Construction near our end of the block made for some tricky navigation, but once clear, it opened into the most charming stretch of cafés, home goods shops, and boutiques. A few standouts: Le Petit Duck Shop, Le Magasin Général du Vieux-Montréal, and Maison MARGAN. I was tempted to buy everything, so for budget’s sake—I mostly window-shopped.
We strolled through Bonsecours Market again and made our way to La Grande Roue de Montréal, an area full of family-friendly fun: food trucks, parks, ziplining, and shops. Behind the park, the riverside walkway gave us gorgeous views of the Jacques Cartier Bridge, the Clock Tower, and even The Biosphere in Jean-Drapeau Park across the water.
At the Jacques-Cartier Pier, I snapped portraits of Will as the area emptied—those golden, quiet travel moments I love. Coffee in hand, we sat on Rue Common, people-watching and soaking in the city’s effortless fashion and rhythm.



Before our
journey home...
We picked up our car from a nearby garage and started our journey south. But not without one final stop: Belleville Bakery in Burlington, Vermont. A sweet way to end a weekend of flavor, culture, and connection.
Next up, I’ll be sharing our recent stay at the Ritz-Carlton in Amelia Island, Florida—another weekend adventure full of sun, spa, and a little luxury.
Until then, thanks for traveling with me.

What I loved most
Traveling with someone who shares your pace and values turns a quick trip into something unforgettable. Will and I love to experience places slowly—walking, observing, soaking it all in. We didn’t do everything. And that’s okay. Because we felt the city. And we’ll be back to do more.