Montreal Murmurs

This Montreal winter is a hard one, mainly because it has the hallmarks of an on-again off-again relationship. Things freeze over and...

My grandfather, God bless his soul, used to shout, when he was upset about something that we children were up to: “You donkey! You bear!”...

You must have seen them peering at you from windowsills graced with lace and from old storefronts on Boulevard St-Laurent. You’ve seen...

Today I stood in what I truly hope is the last life-altering queue of my life: the one in front of 1035 St-Jacques, for people waiting to...

Last week, I left Montreal to go on vacation. Although I was heading to what some would consider a dream destination, I felt a little...