There is one Montreal still asleep, and another slowly waking under the first rays of sun. Climbing to the Kondiaronk lookout before dawn means witnessing that changing of the guard: joggers replace night owls, the city turns orange, and silence still reigns over downtown before the hum of traffic drifts back up the mountain.
Belvédère Kondiaronk, chemin Olmsted, parc du Mont-Royal, Montréal