The New Renaissance Mindset

Curtains of red velvet and gold, Dubious ladies on the stage bold, Enticing patrons with a sultry gaze, Oh, the infamous Cleopatra's ways! Painted faces and sequinned dresses, Art deco décor, oh how it impresses, The atmosphere, a smoky haze, Rarely seen are the daylight rays. Amidst the heart of Montreal's nightlife, The legendary club … Continue reading Cafe Cleopatra, if you dare… – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Place des Arts, the night begins to fall The city's pulse slows down to a soft hum A hush of voices, a distant saxophone call The neon lights paint the sky like a charcoal sum The streets are alive with the sound of the night A symphony of life in every corner and turn … Continue reading Place des Arts – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Majestic institutions of learning, renowned Committed to excellence in every way Great minds gather there, from world around Imparting knowledge day by day Leading the way in research profound Universally esteemed, and rightly so Nurturing scholars, thinkers, leaders true Inspiring us to strive, to learn, to grow Visionaries, who bring new ideas to view Engaging … Continue reading McGill, Concordia, U of M, UQAM – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Up in Mount Royal park, where the city sprawls below Lies a tranquil oasis, but there no beavers dare go Amidst the hustle and bustle, a serene retreat A place where one can find solace, and take a seat. Beaver Lake, they call it, a jewel in the crown Of this great city, a place … Continue reading The Lake without Beavers – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In L'Oratoire St-Joseph, where the faithful flock, There was a priest named Andre, a man of great stock, Who through his faith and devotion, wrought miracles grand, That left the people awestruck, and his name in their hearts branded. He healed the sick, and cured the lame, With a gentle touch, he removed all pain, … Continue reading The Miracle Man of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the brushstrokes of Borduas' art A symphony of colours do impart A visual music, wild and free A dance of light and harmony His canvases pulse with rhythm and beat Notes of red, blue, and yellow meet In harmony, they blend and sway A melody that takes my breath away Each stroke, a note … Continue reading Borduas’ Visual Music – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Jean-Paul Riopelle, how you've left your mark, On canvas and artist alike, you made a vibrant spark. With bold strokes and colours, you painted your way, Into our hearts and minds, forever to stay. Your art spoke to us in a language of its own, A visual symphony, a masterpiece shown. Each stroke a note, … Continue reading The Riopelle Effect – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Dans les rues de Montréal, Une école a vu le jour, Un endroit où l'art a régné, L'École des beaux-arts de Montréal. Les années ont passé, Depuis sa création, Des générations d'artistes, Ont été formées dans ses murs. Des peintres, des sculpteurs, Des architectes et des designers, Ont trouvé leur voie ici, À l'École des … Continue reading L’Historique Ecole des Beaux-Arts de Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the heart of the city, where the shadows roam, Stands a woman with a pen in hand, far from home. Her name is Chrystine Brouillet, a writer of tales, Whose words have graced the page, like a soft breeze in sails. With a keen eye for detail, and a heart full of passion, Chrystine … Continue reading Eponymous Brouillet – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

At the Museum of Fine Arts, Montreal, The art hangs heavy on the walls, A weighty testament to human soul, That transcends time and cultural halls. There are canvases alive with colour, And sculptures frozen in time, Each piece a testament to our ardor, And to our love of the sublime. The echoes of creativity … Continue reading Our Arts Museum – Memories Through the Eyes of my City