There’s cold … and then there’s Montréal-in-December-waiting-75-minutes-on-a-sidewalk cold. At a brisk 18°, we stood outside Christmas Town at La Taverne de Noël doing that little bounce-in-place dance that says, “I can totally still feel my toes,” while quietly questioning all of our life choices. But that’s the thing about Life in Motion – we chase the moments that make the memory worth the shivers, the sniffles, and the icy winds that slap you like an overenthusiastic snowman.
And finally, like weary explorers spotting land, our turn arrived. The doors opened, warm light spilling out like an invitation from the North Pole itself. Inside waited twinkling lights, pine-scented magic, and the promise of thawed fingers wrapped around something cozy and delicious. After all that waiting, stepping into Christmas Town felt less like entering a themed bar and more like crossing the finish line of a marathon powered solely by holiday spirit and stubbornness. Totally worth it – but next time, we’re bringing heated socks.
