dream_bus epitome of incomprehensibility The 41 bus takes me from Pointe Claire to Laval, which is not at all where I expected to end up. The green road sign shows I'm still in Quebec, at least, but Laval is off the island. Too far north. Around me are fields with tall reeds or grasses - not wheat, but I'm slightly worried a crop-watering plane might attack me, like in North By Northwest. It doesn't. I haven't angered anyone murderous, or been mistaken for anyone important. I can take the bus the other way and practice being the witchy, sing-y friend of dream_Snow_White for a while. (I was curious if Montreal had a bus with the number 41, so I looked it up. Weirdly, the 41 *does* cover the north of the island, from the area around the Olympic Stadium in the east to Sauvé station in the west, and from there you can take the metro into Laval. I don't think I've ever been on it or even heard of it before this.) 251010 what's it to you? who go blather from