On a winter morning in Montreal, the air feels dense, like the city itself is catching its breath. The streets are dusted in remnants of salt and slush, windows fog with condensation, and strangers pass each other with practiced indifference.
On a winter morning in Montreal, the air feels dense, like the city itself is catching its breath. The streets are dusted in remnants of salt and slush, windows fog with condensation, and strangers pass each other with practiced indifference.