It's was M's greatest ambition to touch the Montreal cross (visible day and night from the summit of the Mountain). Somehow, it never occurred to her that it might be a) huge and b) fenced off. But that didn't take the edge off her pleasure at seeing it:
It was quite a production getting from Westmount (last post) to the cross. Down one mountain we'd already climbed (natch) and up another. Fortunately we had this crazy, kind of fancy meal in a cafeteria, to sustain us. There's nothing like bunny-sized dessert to keep you going.
After the cross, we witnessed this truly awesome view:
All I can say is a) it's stunning and b) it really looks just like that.