Surprisingly, we awoke without a hangover. After having coffee and a very light breakfast at the B&B, we ventured out into the sunlit streets to hunt down a pastry of mythical status: the Kouign Amann. This pastry traditionally hailing from Brittany.
Fittingly, we found it at Boulangerie Kouign Amann. This place makes the pastry into a big round cake, which they slice into pieces. Some people online grumble that this is not the authentic way of preparing it, but I couldn't care less.
We ate our pastries under a memorial at the foot of Mont Royal. The crust was sweet, flaky, crusty and buttery, while the inside was delicate and almost custard-like. We decided to return the morning of our last day and pick up a few slices to share with our families.
During the afternoon we wandered South, through McGill, the downtown, finally ending up in Old Montreal.
We were exhausted after all that walking.
We collapsed in bed at around 5pm, watched Ghost Busters on my phone, and got ready for our reservation at Au Pied de Cochon...
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