It’s Grand Prix Weekend once again in Montreal. Despite scares that the race wouldn’t come here anymore, it’s back, and so are the glitterati that follow the racing scene.
A walk downtown will be full of eye candy – both machine and human – for anyone seeking the excitement and fanfare of the weekend that turns downtown Montreal into Monte Carlo for a brief moment in time. For most of us, the main event has little to do with the race itself, and is more about celebrity-sighting on Crescent or St-Laurent.
No Jacques Villeneuve? No problem. The fans will turn out anyway. It’s hard not to get caught up in Grand Prix fever. Mainly because, around here, it’s the official signal that summer has begun.
Thank God I don’t live downtown anymore!!! Four years of having your neighbourhood turned into cheap euro-trash (and wannabes) party circles is enough!
Eurotrash? Come now, Hanthala, I would’ve thought you of all people would be wary of such gratuitious stereotyping.
I’m with Hanthala on this racist issue (snicker).
I’ll be there next year. Promise. I would have gone this year, but by the time the race was confirmed I had other plans made.
Go BAR-Honda!