Now, by bus I'm not talking about the 10 hour Greyhound journey that culminated in a broken motor at the border from where I then had to take a $90 cab to Montreal, no, I mean the amazing convenience of rideshares, the anti-bus, completely anonymous encounters that serve no other purpose than to bring two perfect strangers together in one vehicle with the common goal of a singular destination.  

Montreal is full of contemporary pragmatism and thoughts of Leonard Cohen whose wisdom has earned him the right to charge upwards of $200 in his quest for the solace of salvation except that "even damnation is poisoned with rainbows," remember?

Thank you, Montreal, for being there when Paris can't and New York no longer wants to.