… but then you all knew that anyway.

And this is the plane that is taking me home.

But the airport wasn’t so bad for a change, even if I was abandoned at the check-in for a good 10 minutes.

And despite what I’ve left behind me in my storage locker, my luggage weighs exactly the same as it did when I arrived. Has Strawberry Moose put on that much weight?

Talk about leaving stuff behind me – I had a good tidying up session first thing this morning, sorted out a pile of stuff and stuck it in the little storage unit that I’ve rented and then gone off to have a look around Montreal.

The Dodge is almost empty except for my suitcase, and you can see why I chose this vehicle for my excursion around Canada – with all of the seats flattened, they make a really good camper.

The view of the city from up on Mount Royal is stunning, to say the least. I took dozens of photos from up here and I’ll put them all on line in due course.

But one thing that did stun me was that there was a “security guard” on the car park here and as I pulled up, he tried to peer into my car to see what I had. This aroused my ire, as you might expect, and I had words with him. And had I had a blunt instrument handy, he would have been stunned too.

My road down into the city took me past this nice Plymouth pick-up. 1930s, by the looks of things, and it was in quite good condition all things being considered.

It’s quite appropriate that I’ve found an old car to photograph on my last day here in Canada. North America is a paradise for old-car hunters, but even I’m noticing that there are fewer and fewer of them lying about.

I took about a hundred photos of Montreal in just a couple of hours (free parking for two hours on Sunday) and I am having difficulty choosing what to post.

This is the Chateau Ramezay, built 1705 by Pierre Coutourier as a residence for Claude de Ramezay, the Governor of Montreal. Between 1745 and 1793 it belonged to the Compagnie des Indes 1745-1793, and it’s one of the buildings to be amongst the earliest classified as a Historical Monument

You can’t visit Montreal without going to see the cathedral. It’s the Basilique de Sacré Coeur and situated right in the heart of Old Montreal.

I say “see it” because we aren’t going to visit it. I’ve just seen the price of admission, so that is that. Someone should tell the church that the love of money is the root of all evil

Most (but not by any means all) of the docks in the centre of Montreal have been swept away and there’s now a very pleasant grassed area right on the banks of the St Lawrence.

This is just the kind of place to come with a good book, a cold drink and a comfortable chair on a nice summer day, and I’ve made up my mind that I’m going to come here again and spend a good few days here wandering around, because it really is a nice city.

One final thing to do before I head off to the airport, and that’s to look for Draper Avenue.

My ancestors spent 20 years or so living in Montreal in the early years of the 20th Century, and Draper Avenue was where they hung out. I tracked it down – in the Cote des Neiges region, but there was no trace of number 300, which was their address. Still, I’m impressed with the street and it must have been a really nice place to live.

It still bewilders me why it is that they decided to return to the UK after having experienced Canada.