A Train in Montreal — Part 2
<p>Black bricks of the Montreal Metro tunnel whiz by as my train hurtles onwards to its next stop.</p>
<p>I’m headed to Little Italy.</p>
<p>Or was it Little Portugal?</p>
<p>I’m headed to Little Somewhere-In-Southern-Europe.</p>
<p>I’m meeting a friend who wasn’t even supposed to be here.</p>
<p>But as fate would have it, he’s in town on a layover.</p>
<p>So we’ll grab lunch and see the town.</p>
<p>The train begins to slow down,</p>
<p>Pulling into a stop called St.-something-or-the-other.</p>
<p>I step out onto the platform, U2 still blaring in my ears.</p>
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