I hate carrying my camera around so it sits on the kitchen table where it is easy to grab. And in my purse is a tiny and very light point and shoot, whose battery never seem to last more than 10 minutes. So while I was in Montreal a few weeks ago I had to buy a throw a way to take these shots. It was a mysterious place, miles of corridors [only a slight exaggeration] with all the windows covered over with paper and tape, back lit by the sun, tears in some of the paper and repaired with more paper and tape. Doors with numbers, circles and rectangles on them. A peculiar language. I am still trying to decipher it.