I don’t know why, but I have this psychological barrier that’s keeping me from getting to get to my friend’s place, where I stored a few boxes of my personal belongings. I can’t find my passport and I assume it must be there. It’s not at the end of the world, it’s just east of Pie IX… for real. But I recently remembered an old colleague of mine opened up a sweet restaurant/café/caterer on Sainte-Catherine, just east of Pie IX, called Le Tambour…
