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spring, when the world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful, down Montreal's city streets strolled musicians bold and colourful. And there, amidst the bustle and the noise, the Yellow Door Cafe stood proud, a haven for the artists and the bohemians, a place where music flowed. Oh, the legends that graced that stage, their melodies sweet and … Continue reading Yellow Door, Dusty Soul – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Montreal's ear, on Bishop Street's beat Lay Biddles Jazz & Ribs, a legendary retreat Where the notes of saxophones, trumpets, and drums Echo in the air, as if played by the gods' thumbs The room was alive with jazz's wild energy A smoky haze danced with the melody And in the dim light, one … Continue reading The Jazziest Ribs in Town – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Oh, Joe Beef, the man of myth and meat, Whose name still echoes on Notre-Dame street. His tavern was a haven for the hungry and bold, And tales of his feats are still proudly told. With whiskey and wine, he'd entertain, And with his stories, the night would sustain. But it was his food that … Continue reading The Legendary Joe Beef – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

Oh, Montreal! My city, my muse, Where art and sin both run amuse, And on Saint-Laurent, there stands tall, A mural that portrays them all. The Seven Deadly Sins, oh what a sight, Captured in colors, so bright, Each vice, a face, a body whole, Lust, greed, wrath, envy, gluttony, sloth, and pride, all in … Continue reading The Seven Deadly Sins of Plateau Mont-Royal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

At one end of St-Catherine’s, where the streets are alive, There's a place where the music and madness collide. Les Foufounes Electriques, they call it by name, A den of debauchery, a temple of shame? The walls are adorned with graffiti and art, And the air is thick with the beat of the heart. The … Continue reading The Den of Debauchery, or is it? – Memories Through the Eyes of my City