A man outstanding in his field. Not exactly. Though the Parc La Fontaine is my chosen spot to run in. Lots of paths, twists and turns past ponds and (of course) fountains. Parents entertaining their children. Public art. Even dogs who speak French. Imagine. We always visit Montréal in the autumn when the leaves are radiant, and then fall to the ground. The leaves, not us.
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