Four things to carry when running in a strange city:
- Map
- Water
- Camera
- Taxi Money
Four things Erik didn't take with him while running this morning.
- Map
- Water
- Camera
- Taxi Money
Got to the promenade at Mt. Royal and saw the 7 a.m. light shining over the city. The river was flowing with white light, and the windows of the cars going over the bridge flashed silver as they headed into the city.
I tried to figure out where I was going from there, but couldn't and headed down the mountain. then I saw an interesting road. So I took it.
Erik's rule of running in a strange city: Never fall for the voice in your head that says "hey, what's over there?"
I fell for it. I ended up going through the McGill campus and then the restaurants of the student quarter. Saw nineteenth century tenements huddled together, their fantastical rooflines -- turrets and crenellations-- facing down the bland squareness of the 1970's high-rise apartments across the road. I saw the beautiful Parc de la Fontaine (if misspelled, I am sorry) and discovered I'd run about 4 km further than I intended and had to backtrack, get back, shave, shower, and rush rush rush to my 9 a.m. panel --- to which no one came.
Obviously I missed blogging on Friday. I was completely exhausted. But during the day I went to interesting panels on the importance of covers and podcasting SF/F, and ate shish tauk for lunch and went to the launch party for Tesseract 13 and heard six of the authors to read their stories. They are all amazing, I bought it, and I am adding it to the "must read" stack.
There were a dozen parties happening Friday night, and a hundred good restaurants near the convention. And I went back to my room, dumped my stuff, got pizza and a salad from the restaurant in the food court near my hotel read most of
Sojourn by Jana G. Oliver which I cannot say enough good things about, and went to sleep early.