I’m from Montreal,
I have lived in this city my whole life.
I love it,
sometimes I hate it.
When I’m hating it, I think anywhere would be better.
This usually happens when I read about,
the corrupt municipal administration,
and the lack of political will.
I often despair of our future,
crumbling infrastructures and ever increasing taxes.
It’s easy to find things I dislike,
garbage, noise, slippery sidewalks, idiot disputes about language.
But, then I walk down Ste-Catherine and feel the wind in my hair.
I hear people speaking French and English and Russian and Arab and Spanish
and many which I could not possibly identify.
The smell of grease and Szechuan pepper and hot dogs and donuts and coffee,
and I feel happy and hungry and home.
In an ever changing world,
it’s nice to have our spots,
You get older and places disappear, no more Eaton’s or Ben’s or St-Lawrence Bakery.
But, Schwartz’s is still there and Steer Burger and for years I have been eating falafel from Basha’s
When it’s sweltering hot,
Montreal’s first skyscraper and feel the slight breeze caused by the large buildings.
This is not a good spot in November.
Beautiful churches and ugly snack bars with orange Formica.
The old port and the Molson brewery.
The croonch sound of footsteps on snow on a really cold night.
I love them all.
The view from the mountain and the view from the Bonaventure autoroute.
You drink beer in any bar until 3 sometimes 4 in the morning,
I have never seen a Moose or a Mountie dressed in red serge ridding a horse.
I live in a modern and decrepit North American city.
A French and multicultural city.
What else can I say?