I forgot to tell you, the night before I went to Montreal, I stopped at a MacDonalds for a muffin. An armoured truck pulls up. A spindly guy jumps out, sticks his hands in his belt by his gun and surveys the terrain. He signals to a second guy who gets out. They walk like cowboys into the MacDonalds, awkwardly order hamburgers and fries, then get back into the truck to eat them. Can't be good for the digestion.