With arms out-stretched and index fingers rigidly pointing in the direction they traveled, these life-sized “cut-outs” were pretty far-out from all accounts; but neater still because their heads were missing.
Someday, Paul and I are going to go to Canada’s Montreal. But for now, we settle for the next best thing.
Tiny houses, wood-sided or clapboard for the most part, flank the streets. Porches are popular, and the front yards run together like one long ribbon of grass, butting up to sidewalks that have seen better days. But as Missouri natives, we find the overall effect warm and welcoming, and we feel right at home.