After Quebec, Montreal can’t really compete (if you’re a tourist). It’s a bigger, bustling, commercial city. Attractive enough, but without the very French pizzazz of Quebec.

We docked right beside the historic old city …

… and walked. Things were only just starting to get going in the old cobbletone streets …

… and the impressive 19th century market …

The shops were very elegant. Jan was in paradise! These were marked down 50% … to just $20,000!!! … I don’t think so!!! (quite apart from the principle …)

Then we wandered more towards the old commercial hub. Huge Victorian/French buildings everywhere …

In one pretty street, the old gas lamps have been restored.

City Hall could have been lifted straight out of Paris …

Little squares and parks, and big statues of very important looking blokes dotted around.

And there was interesting “modern art” in the streets. This one reflecting the busy intersection behind us …

Horses carrying tourists … and huge churches, of course …

Then further to the throbbing modern heart of Montreal. Some wide boulevades with many glassy temples to modern commerce …

… and the fabled “underground city” … more than 20 miles of passages, thousands of shops, the Metro, bus stations and car parks … you never have to go outside (apparently a good thing in the legendary freezing winter!)

We made a token visit to McGill University to see where Peter Walker had once diligently studied …

… and returned to the ship and said goodbye to Montreal in the evening light …