Feathered Friend

Today was the last day of Pride Week in Montreal. I didn't go and see the parade, but I did come across this handsome young fellow walking on St Catherine Street.



Meanwhile, as today is Sunday, everywhere else in Quebec people are riding big noisy motorcycles for no reason at all, drinking insipid beer, eating greasy stuff covered in molten cheese, and generally doing things that contribute very little to the improvement of society or of themselves.

Disclaimer: the preceding paragraph was written by my inner European, who sometimes misses the Old Continent and tends to get grumpy about these things.