Stories - My Own Airport

My Own Airport

At 7:00, Pierre met me in the lobby of my hotel and took me to dinner. We walked across the street, then down some stairs, into a massive underground city. Now I understood why they do not remove the snow from their streets and sidewalks – they live underground. The tutorial went fine the next day. A great group, and lots of lively discussion. We wrapped up around 4:00 and I walked across the street again to get the bus to take me back to Mirabel. My flight left at 6, and I was worried I might miss it because it was snowing heavily. The bus was going very slowly, Again I wondered about the poor snow plowing in such a major northern city.