Imagining the Unseen in Dorchester Square – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Beneath the bustling streets and towering buildings of Montreal, there might lie a relic of a time long past. Is it the old Sainte-Antoine Cholera Cemetery, tucked away beneath the Dorchester Square? Here, in the quiet darkness, the ghosts of a bygone era still linger, their silent whispers echoing through the shadows.

The air is thick with the imagined scent of decay and musty earth, and the ground is seems uneven, perhaps marked by the graves of those who were laid to rest so many years ago. The long gone tombstones themselves were worn and weathered, their inscriptions barely legible, but their ghosts still stand, a testament to the lives that were once lived.

It is a place of melancholy beauty, where the past and present collide, and the weight of history hangs heavy in the air. Here, in this busy corner of the city, one can sense the passage of time, and the fragility of life itself.

And yet, even in the midst of all this death and decay, there is a strange and eerie beauty to be found. The shafts of light that filter down from above cast an ethereal glow over the relocated graves, calling out the long-forgotten names and dates.

It is a place of paradoxes, of life and death, light and dark, beauty and decay. And though it may be hidden away from the eyes of the living, the old Sainte-Antoine Cholera Cemetery remains a haunting reminder of the past, and a testament to the enduring power of memory.