OK, 1 1/2 days into this city, and I think I’ve got a bead on it:

* The architecture is very much like Boston, with an old-world, European feel about it;

* If you don’t mind this married guy saying so, there are A LOT of cute girls here, with lovely French accents to boot;

* I’m sure glad the Red Sox beat the Yankees last night, given that Curt Schilling gave up his lunch money to the Evil Empire tonight. If the Yanks had ever swept the Sox in Yankee stadium, every unsufferable Yankee fan and media rat (especially the kings of the Yankee suck-ups, ESPN’s Sunday Night Baseball tandem of John Miller and Joe Morgan) would have come out of the woodwork with their “here come the Yankees!” by-lines;

* …but Schill wasn’t the only one who got knocked around tonight, eh, Rocket?

* Maybe we were dreaming, but my co-worker Sharon and thought we saw actor Brad Pitt (or at least someone VERY Pittish-looking sitting in a bistro tonight. He’s been up here filming a movie, so you never know…

* Bottom line is, Montreal seems to be a very fab town with lots to do and see, and I’ve got to figure out a way to get back here another and take Mrs. Shank in tow. It’s been a great time here, and wish my stay was a few more days.