It's 3:30 Am and I just got back in my room.
What a magnificent New years. I stopped at Cafe Azmir to eat a quick casual Lebanese dinner and then rode the metro to
Champs de Mars and headed into the old city to the Quay to see the fireworks. The weather was c'est fantastique!
The wind had died down and though it was in the teens it was comfortable (I am well insulated).
Because the weather was much better then last year about 500,000 people showed up!
Yep I and about 1/2 a million partied.
They had a Canadian Band playing Quebecois music (a hybrid of folk, country and irish celtic rythyms)
People were jamming and dancing on the streets and then as I worked my way over to the river magic happened:
The sky was lit up with purple lights. Really cool.
Then at 5 minutes before midnight we suddenly got an intense burst of snow fall.
But becasue the sky was lit purple the snow was purple!!!!!!! Unreal, surreal, and so beautiful I teared up.
The crowd even gasped, ooh-ed and aah-ed, it was truly so spectacular.
Then literally at 1 minute before midnight the lights went off so as to see the fireworks better and...
thirty second later the snow immediately stopped. It didn't slow down it literally stopped.
A roar from the crowd because it coincided with the drum rolls of music and people counting down the last few seconds.
And of course the fireworks were spectacular
with more of the tribal rythyms that Quebecois music has being broadcast over the loud speakers.
This now ranks as the most spectacular NYE I've ever experienced.
It was so stunning iwth the snow leading up to it, and instead of modern pop songs,
They were playing Quebecoise music with such wonderfully complex rythyms, and the fireworks were programmed to go off
with the orchestrations so perfectly people were not cheering but crying en masse for it was truly one of those moments
where the enitre world becomes one huge piece of art and you find yourself in it.
Afterward I wandered back onto St. Catherine street and over into the Village and went to the very popular Gay club Le Stud
and had two Canadian beers and watched people laugh, dance, and have a good time.
Chatted with a couple of folks and then hiked my way back to the hotel (by 1 am the metro quits running).
Tonight the streets were brimming with people.
People singing in french and English, and even a group of what was Russian students (I'm next to the university) singing
in English "Stand by me".
They managed to get EVERYONE within earshot to sing along so suddenly an entire city block was singing this song.
People literally stopped and sang along.
I then stopped at the corner cafe that has wonderfful pastries, sandwiches and got myself a small delectable prosciutto sandwich
on the most marvelous bread (you can tell there's the french influence here because the bread in this city is phenomenal).
I also got a hot cup of chocolat to go. So I'm done nearly sipping my cocoa and updating you on my voyage.