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In non-breaking news - at least, I don't think it will break anything - I've now nicknamed three hospitals in Montreal.
1. To be religiously literal, Hôtel-Dieu is God's Hotel.
That's where Dad had his gallbladder removed when I was 13. At first, his meds transformed him into a stereotypical stoner: "I've never really noticed the veins on my hand," with a slow stare as he studied them. Conclusion: God's Hotel makes you high.
2. It's not the Jewish General anymore, it's Hôpital Alfred Dreyfus.
This was partly from my mental ramble in "hospital" here. What's if someone didn't know it was a hospital - would they think of a military general? (Actually, for Dreyfus, that rank was awarded decades after he died. I looked it up.) Oh yes, and Dreyfus was French so I have to say hôpital.
3. Finally, the MUHC (McGill University Health Centre) is The Lego Hospital. If you want to be capitalistic, The LEGO Hospital.
It's the relatively new one that's visible from the Vendôme train station. I pass it at least once a week. There's a sculpture outside that can be lit up in different colours and looks like an onion (I think it's supposed to be a flower). If I need hospitalizing, I should be admitted there, so I can see this from my window and think, "Oh, there's the giant onion!" It would be weirdly comforting.
A friend of my mother's had her surgery there (see "surgery").
Anyway, the building itself contains large chunks of different colours. Not all pell-mell - each section has a different main colour. Mainly primary colours. And then there's this stained glass sort of wall that's also lego-like.
Here's a picture, you'll see what I mean: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McGill_University_Health_Centre#/media/File:MUHC_Superhospital_(May_2015).jpg
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