Many would say that Mount Royal is not really a “mountain” per se. It’s more of a big hill really. But to me, it’s my beloved mountain. It’s like a constant in a city where life sometimes moves too quickly. People may come and people may go but the mountain will always be. I watch it change with the seasons with a certain sense of romanticism. It sits like a silent giant in the center of the city; the backdrop to memorable moments; a serene beauty. So here is a photo of “my” mountain bathed in the colors of autumn on this chilly day in October.

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