Here she is, at the corner of Milton and Ste Famille. She looks restful, dreamy. On the hem of her skirt, swans float around even though I don’t think you can see that detail in the picture. Her face is sensual. I wouldn’t say a child’s face in spite of her demure clothing. I love how her foot is just descending into the car below. The point where fantasy and reality meet. That’s Montreal…a magic city where people decorate the already beautiful.