I'm usually walking along this street, sometimes waiting for the train to pass. Today I was in the train, going from Ottawa to Montreal. I couldn't help but thing of those who lost their lives yesterday in a tragic ViaRail derailment. My heart goes out to their families. Somehow, today, I felt the engineer took extra care each time we switched tracks. Nothing is known yet of the cause of yesterday's accident.
It's always good to cross the bridge onto the Island of Montreal. Although a half hour still remains of the trip, it feels like home is close.
Trains don't always follow the most scenic routes. I'm not sure what these hold, but we passed several varieties of storage facilities.
It's good to see the skyline of downtown Montreal and know that arrival at our destination is only minutes away. I enjoy train travel but as Dorothy said, "there's no place like home."