Bonjour, Montreal - Bonjour, Melted Cheese

We wrapped scarves around our necks, pulled toques over our heads, slid our hands into mittens, and set out into a frozen Montreal night. After just five minutes of crunching through snowdrifts, we threw up our hands at the passing glow of a taxi, crawled inside, and asked incredulously, “Has Vancouver turned us into two huge cold-weather sissies??”