My alarm sounds too early, and it’s blasting a commercial in French for Dormez-Vous mattress, which forces me out of bed. I promised myself an early start the night before in order to work off the piles and piles of poutine (French fries with cheese curds and gravy) and the bottles and bottles of La Fin Du Monde beer. With the bells of Christ Church Cathedral ushering in a new day, the early Saturday morning streets of Montréal are still empty and void of any evidence of Friday’s revelry. Late night sins have given way to Saturday morning peace, and I bask in it. Walking toward “the mountain” (as the locals call the big hill north of downtown) that contains Mount Royal Park, a place where the hotel front desk promised beautiful trails for a morning run, I pass through the empty McGill University campus where a boisterous commencement happened the day prior. The cool spring breeze hits my back and aids my ascent up the steep rue Peel.