I would meet Alex in Hamburg, Germany in the summer of 1998. I can remember us being inseparable for a period but then for reasons long forgotten Alex would return to her native Canada.
My expired passport reminds me that on the 6th of September 1998 I caught a flight from Paris to Montreal – Alex would be waiting for me. The photographs I might have made in Montreal are lost. From my memory I can see the dark cafe where we ate and our hotel room with its night view of Mount Royal Cross shrouded in mist. Nothing more.
I’m sure the next day we took the train south to Kingston. From there we made our way to Alex’s lakeside home near Elgin in Ontario. My journey with Alex had begun…Read More