While the winter lasts, every weekend is festival time on Montreal's Mount Royal. Up the snow-cloaked mountain, rising from the heart of the city, youngsters pull sleds and toboggans (which early Canadians copied from the Micmac Indians). Skiers plod up through the powdery snow. A few, bundled under buffalo robes, ride up grandly in bright red carrioles behind teams of steaming horses (for $6).
In the pell-mell downhill rush of thousands, it seems as if the whole city is trying to break its collective neck. Even the cops on skis spend more time carting off the fallen than keeping skiers...
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