When it’s a late June weekend, and you get sun and heat rather than the rain that was promised, and your girlfriend is enjoying the last few days off from school, and your best bud has just moved into town, and the fruit stands are full of ripening mangos, raspberries and blueberries, and the furniture stores on rue Notre Dame beckon with the smell of dust and decades-old wood, and the wind is just a faint rustle in the leaves, and the fountain at the Parc Georges Etienne-Cartier is a bubbling lullaby, the Internet is the furthest things from one’s mind for almost the entirety of the day. Instead, food, friendship, love and Montreal are uppermost in one’s thoughts.