I'm not from Montreal. Born and raised in the Ottawa burbs, my life has been lacking the cultural edge that french canada has honed over the past hundred decades or so. I've spent snippets of time abroad, been introduced to the relics and cobblestone streets of a few European cities, but sitting at the window of my sister's corner unit, I can't help but notice how the people here just seem to belong. Apartment doors are painted bold enough to match the fluorescent patterns of street shoes, and the spiral staircases echo the delicate brown curls of the girl patiently standing at the bus stop. The harmony of objects is seducing me. Wine, anyone?