We woke up sad that this adventure was almost over, but the day was crisp and clear and we were excited to be out in it. After a lovely breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant, Sinclair (can’t speak highly enough of Le St-Sulpice Hôtel), we headed up to the Metro station. About 20 minutes later we were near the Montréal Botanical Gardens. It was open, but mostly prepared for winter so beds were empty and not too much to see; still a magnificent place to be, peaceful and quiet. It must be magical when all in bloom.
Sinclair Restaurant at Le Hôtel St-Sulpice.
Les écureuils partout! Jardin Botanique Montréal.
Lovely displays of alpine gardens from different parts of the world.
Chines GArden, my favourite. Just to the right of this exquisite view, men in hip waders were removing the apparatus of a lantern festival from a few nights before.
Lovely detail. I look forward to coming here again to learn about the creation of all these gardens.
“Infinite Pleasantness” – yes please!
A beautiful pavilion.
Art shot in the Japanese Garden.
Winter sun makes for long shadows.
GJ caught me admiring a beautiful yellow witch hazel in bloom. We used to have an orange one; I just love them.
This was an interesting sculpture. The view from this chair is of hundreds of squirrels foraging for, and/or burying food.
Twisty trees, shadows and reflections.
Swallow nesting boxes in the marshy area.
The vibrant colours of autumn have gone, and left these subtle, mysterious hues behind.
