The clubbing scene has moved to Montreal. No, really. Sarah Barrell reports.
Fair-weather friends Montrealers are not. This far north, chilly evenings are already turning the leaves into the reds, yellows and oranges of a fiery fall.
The summer marathon of outdoors festivals is over and snow will soon be on the ground. But this hasn’t sent Montreal’s party masses into hibernation. And nor will it.
On a rib-shaking Tuesday evening last January, I saw smart young things slip-sliding across sheet ice, making their way to the Wonder Bar at the new W Hotel.