What can I say…Quebeckers, eh. It’s really a different culture. For example: when they break for lunch on a work day, Quebeckers will talk politics, religion, movies, books, the weather, philosophy, quantum mechanics (well, maybe just my friends), and/or hockey. But they never, ever talk about work. It’s an admirable trait.
I lived in Montreal for a number of decades and everyone, including the cops, jaywalks and crosses streets in the middle of the block, and generally enjoys life like the French, in that they seem to be always drinking but never seem to get drunk.
And when the pedestrians do have the green light, they flow, non-stop across streets corners. It was always funny to be a passenger in a car driven by someone from out of town who can’t figure out how to turn at a corner - 'cuz of all the people ignoring them.
“Just very slowly edge into the river of people, and at some point the flow will stop and let you drive on through,” was my usual instruction.