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...

After six enchanted years in the Plateau Mont-Royal, I recently moved to literally greener pastures where I will graze more and probably...

I wrote back in December that spring was just around the corner and, sure enough, here it is. Two nights ago, as I was walking home from...

Commenting on Montreal’s landscape during a visit to the chilly metropolis in 1881, Mark Twain observed that it was the first time he’d...

One of the principal reasons I moved to Canada was to be able to line up in a queue. A queue permits one to read a book while waiting as...

There are people with newspapers scattered around the city, usually at metro stops, usually outside if the weather permits and sometimes...