I visited Pierre Trudeau's nearly-anonymous, unassuming grave in the tiny Quebec village of Saint-Rémi with Leah this winter. I'm not even a full-fledged Trudeau enthusiast, but I like his style. A lot.
Last year I turned a corner and ran into Wilensky's, a cafe that features prominently in one of my favourite novels, Mordecai Richler's The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz. Leah and I are moving to a new area of Montreal in September. Maybe Mile End, the same neighbourhood as Willensky's. It's a beautiful part of town. Even in winter. Also,
I read that D.H. Lawrence is buried somewhere in rural New Mexico. I like that a lot.