Sensual

I have always been a sensual person. If you believe in such things, I am a Taurus with Venus in all houses. The sensual of the sensual. Sex? Obviously, but it is more than that.

If you want to pique my interest, visually stimulate me. Send an aroma my way. Play something that catches my ears. I will wander over to touch, or taste or smell what has caught my attention.

I am the woman who will lean into a neck and decide if I will sleep with a man based on his smell. Terrance had fabulous aroma the night we met. My mother will tell you that I have always smelled my food before eating. I actually never realized that I did such a thing until I saw myself doing it on videotape.

So, it is no wonder that food and tastes have played a paramount part in my life. I can tell you where I was when the first Creme Brulee passed my lips. Or the first real dim sum that I ate, or the homemade ravioli with the aioli sauce that made me want to cry. Terrance says one of the reasons he fell in love with me was my adventurous culinary tendancies. I rarely say "No" to something new.

This is part of what is winning my heart to Montreal. It is a sensual city. Perhaps all cities are so. I don't recall this of New York or Boston, but I concede that I may not have been in the right places. Montreal is sensual in the way I imagine France to be sensual. Everything, all at once, all senses stimulated and tingling.

So today, I give you the marche we found today:

Marche Jean-Talon - in the heart of Montreal's Little Italy...On World Cup finals day...and these folks love them some soccer. And Now I will shut it and give you Dawn's Sensual Montreal....