Le Vieux Munich – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Le Vieux Munich, the air was thick

With the scent of beer and hearty food

The walls were lined with memories old

Of nights gone by, of tales untold

In every corner, a story lingers

Of patrons past, of loves and singers

Of laughter loud, of tears shed true

Of dreams fulfilled, of dreams askew

The woodwork creaked with every step

A symphony of age and neglect

But in this place, it was all just charm

A testament to a city’s arms

For Montreal is a city of old

Of memories and stories untold

Of cultures mixed, of tongues that blend

In Le Vieux Munich, they find their end

So raise a glass, and make a toast

To shouts of “Pretzels! Schnapps!”, we miss those ghosts

From this old haunt, where beer flowed strong,

In Le Vieux Munich, our memories live on.