Montréal is a great city, filled with tons of naked women dancing. Usually naked women dancing are pushed off into some corner of a city – such as Boston’s Combat Zone, or New York’s Times Square before Giuliani Disneyfied the area. But not Montréal. There, you can step out of a high-end clothing store, walk eight feet, and enter an establishment where you can fondle a stranger’s breasts in exchange for money – if you’re so inclined.
I also learned that Montréal hates Toronto.
As for lodging, I have reviewed Loews Hotel Vogue on Yelp.