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Olivier Thereaux

Hello London (Farewell Montreal)

It’s hard to fall in love when the heart’s already taken.

I was decided to give London a fair chance. Surely, the costly and exhausting move in the middle of winter, when my typical working day would hardly let me see the light of day and only let me see the new city through a veil of night and rain, surely all this would be handicap enough without me making it even harder.

Mind The Gap

Mind the gap

Opinions of friends and family who already knew London well were equally split between a lukewarm “it’s a nice place, lots happening there” and a frankly hostile rejection motivated by every possible stereotypical cliché held (especially by the French) against England and the Brits.

Maybe I’ve been lucky. I the course of my first week, I have landed in a green, vibrant, funky, “Up-and-Coming” neighbourhood that reminds me of some of my favorite haunts (Shimokita, Gràcia or Montreal’s Mile End); eaten fabulous meals cooked by a gifted British cook; drunk good tea and Guinness (good coffee will be more of a challenge, but we’ll get there); had inspiring, exciting, funny, deep conversations with great, smart people.

Hey, even my old nemesis, the public transportation system is pretty decent.
The “tube” is reasonably efficient (albeit crowded and filthy), but the bus system is really good: signage, ticket vending machines at about every stop, clear maps of where to take which bus and where they go, talking buses naming the next stop…

I guess falling in love isn’t so hard after all…

One Response to “Hello London (Farewell Montreal)”

  1. David Rollert says:

    Beautiful post, and perfect picture to summarize (summarise?) your feelings on arrival.

    Ah, Olivier, I wish you and Steph had felt that you wanted to make Montréal your home long-term. You will be missed so very much.

    Okay, enough tears.

    London is obviously one of the great places on earth to live and work. Profite-en, and have the time of your life. And keep letting us know what it’s like.


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