Choose Montreal for an arty, culinary, historical adventure

In recent years, I have made it something of a habit to celebrate my birthday in some far-flung corner of the world. I’ve gotten a year older in Munich, Germany, Lausanne, Switzerland, New Zealand and Hong Kong among other places.This May found me in Montreal. As birthdays go, it wasn’t one of my best, weather-wise. Steel-gray skies opened up to release fat droplets of rain as I stared dispiritedly from my hotel window, wishing I had chosen to spend this particular birthday in Hawaii. But if travel writers are supposed to possess one quality, it’s resilience. Was I just going to sit here and mope when I was in one of the most charming cities in North America? After all, what could a little rain hurt?With that in mind, I grabbed my umbrella and headed off to explore Old Montreal with its collection of ornate buildings that look as if they were transported from a Grimms’ fairy tale. In actuality, they were erected by the French settlers who came here in 1642 (Montreal celebrated its 375th anniversary last year).My first stop was at Notre Dame Basilica for a look at its impressive stained glass art before heading to Place Jacques Cartier, the gateway to the Old Port and named for the explorer who first claimed Canada for France more than a century before the founding of Montreal. This makes it all the more baffling that the square’s oldest public monument (1809) doesn’t celebrate the intrepid Jacques, or even a Frenchman, but rather Britain’s Admiral Horatio Nelson.Over the years, it has been the subject of controversy, as one might expect from a statue honouring the architect of a British victory over Napoleon at the Battle of Trafalgar.I asked several Montrealers why this statue, but none of them seemed to know either. One did tell me that there was an unsuccessful plot in the late 19th century to blow up the column. However, it still stands in this militantly Francophone city, predating its London counterpart in Trafalgar Square by 34 years. By now the steady rain had lessened to a drizzle, which brought out an assortment of street entertainers, from mimes and jugglers to minstrels and troubadours.As I listened to a guitarist strum the haunting melody of Are You Going to Scarborough Fair? it occurred to me just how deeply this city’s creative juices flow.I have been to its wonderful jazz festival, and I have seen several performances of its famous Cirque de Soleil, however I had never heard of Moment Factory, a Montreal-based multimedia studio that has produced some 500 unique ‘sound and light’ shows worldwide.I was determined to rectify that, and that night, I made my way back to Notre Dame for Moment Factory’s stunning show Aura. Entering the cathedral, I could see the stained glass panels I had marvelled at earlier illuminated by thousands of flickering candles.Taking my seat, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t the laser show, coupled with orchestral music, that kept the audience mesmerised for the next 25 minutes. Silver and gold streaks of light bounced around the nave, highlighting the cathedral’s interior, while the visuals, again in multi-coloured light formations exploded in celestial starbursts. It might have been the best birthday celebration I’ve ever had.I had a chance to see more of Moment Factory’s work the next day at Pointe-a-Calliere, Montreal’s Archaeology and History Complex. Situated on the exact spot where the city was founded, Pointe-a-Calliere combines archaeological remains with innovative exhibits to tell Montreal’s story.Descending to an underground tunnel, I arrived at what may be Moment Factory’s most unusual production, a dazzling sound and light show in an even more unusual setting, the city’s first sewer. Constructed over a period of six years (1832-38), there was nothing comparable in the New World at that time.Over the course of the next few days, I was to discover that creativity was the common link that bound together Montreal’s diverse neighbourhoods. In the Old Port of Montreal, I treated myself to a massage at Bota Bota, a historic ferry that once plied the St Lawrence River, and now serves as an upscale spa and yoga studio.I took a walking tour of Plateau Mont-Royal with its multi-coloured houses, outdoor staircases and narrow, shady cul-de-sacs, and Mile End, the incubator to which all those creative types, artists, writers, musicians and filmmakers gravitate.On another day, I signed up for a foodie walking tour in one of the city’s farther flung neighbourhoods, Rosemont, with its famous Jean Talon Market and tiny, hole-in-the-wall ethnic restaurants. If there is one area in which Montreal’s creativity reaches its zenith, it’s in the cuisine. I had three of the best meals I’ve experienced west of Paris and north of New Orleans.At Helena, a Portuguese Restaurant in Old Montreal, I started with a tomato and goat cheese salad, and ended with goat chops accompanied by tomatoes, garnished with tarragon, mint and delicate sprigs of parsley.Another memorable dinner was at Brasserie T! in the Quartier des Spectacles, Montreal’s cultural heart. From my table in the tiny glass cubicle overlooking a plaza of dancing waters, I sipped a South African chardonnay, and feasted on smoked sturgeon, potatoes and goat cheese souffle.Back in the Old Quarter, I opted for Accords Restaurant where I had a typically French-style meal of oysters and an assortment of Canadian cheeses, followed by a tomato tartlet with mozzarella and basil Like their French ancestors, Montrealers revel in the pleasures of the table, and can turn even the simplest of meals into a gastronomic experience.On my last day and still in birthday mode, I decided to indulge in afternoon tea at the elegant Ritz-Carlton Hotel. Referred to as ‘the Grande Dame of Sherbrooke Street,’ it embodies all that the luxury hotel brand has become known for.But it also has its stories to tell. This is where Howard Hughes, wandering the lobby in shabby attire and tattered house slippers, was mistaken for a vagrant by the hotel’s general manager, and where Elizabeth Taylor, her hair braided with yellow roses, married Richard Burton for the first time.A book on the Ritz-Carlton, No Ordinary Hotel, tells it all, “it’s immaculate doormen have doffed peaked caps in the summer and fur hats in the winter to an assortment of dignitaries from the Duke and Duchess of Windsor and the Shah of Iran to former ‘60 Minutes’ correspondent Mike Wallace and rock icon David Bowie.”As I was ushered into the elegant Palm Court, part of a recent $200 million renovation, I decided that rain or no rain, Montreal was a pretty good choice for a birthday celebration.– Lexington Herald-Leader/TNS