L'éducation élémentaire sert de fondement au parcours académique d'un enfant, posant les bases sur lesquelles tout apprentissage futur est construit. Au sein de cette phase cruciale de la scolarité, la littératie se distingue comme la fonction la plus fondamentale et indispensable. Passage vers la connaissance: La littératie est la clé qui ouvre le vaste trésor … Continue reading Pourquoi la littératie est la pierre angulaire de l’éducation élémentaire.
Why literacy is the cornerstone of elementary education.
Elementary education serves as the cornerstone of a child's academic journey, laying the foundation upon which all future learning is built. Within this crucial phase of schooling, literacy stands out as the most fundamental and indispensable function. Gateway to Knowledge: Literacy is the key that unlocks the vast treasury of human knowledge. In the modern … Continue reading Why literacy is the cornerstone of elementary education.
Mosaic – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In Montreal, the streets are paved with poetry. The air is thick with the sweet scent of maple syrup and the sound of languages intermingling like a symphony. To see this city's cultural mosaic, one must walk the streets with eyes wide open. The old architecture, steeped in history, tells the stories of a city … Continue reading Mosaic – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
Prohibition – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
in the roaring twenties of old Montreal, amidst the glitz and glamour of the city, prohibition was but a mere suggestion, a whispered rumour, a hushed secret. The streets were alive with the sound of jazz, the rhythms of the underground clubs, where bootleggers peddled their forbidden wares, and the bold and daring flouted the … Continue reading Prohibition – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The Golden Age of Theatre – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In the bustling city of Montreal, where the St. Lawrence River flows with a swift current, the theatre scene was ablaze with a golden age. The year was 1937, and the streets were alive with the sounds of jazz and the vibrant energy of actors, playwrights, and directors. In those days, there were no fewer … Continue reading The Golden Age of Theatre – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
1919, when the lights were dark red – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
In 1919, Montreal's Red Light district was a veritable den of iniquity, a place where vice and temptation thrived in the shadows of the city. The streets were alive with the sounds of jazz music and the scents of cheap perfume, sweat, and lust. In the dimly-lit alleyways, men prowled like hungry wolves, seeking the … Continue reading 1919, when the lights were dark red – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
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 … Continue reading Imagining the Unseen in Dorchester Square – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The Ghosts of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
in montreal, there are places haunted, ghosts and spirits, all undaunted, by time and space and human eyes, they linger still, beneath the skies. the old montreal courthouse, it seems, is where the ghost of a hanged man dreams, while in the queen Elizabeth hotel, a lady in red, her tale to tell. the old … Continue reading The Ghosts of Montreal – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
A New Montrealer’s First Winter – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
in comes she from a land of sun with toes that curl and skin that's brown the snow begins its frozen dance and she stands still in a bewildered trance her breath forms clouds that linger and fade she feels the cold deep in her bones, afraid she watches as snowflakes twirl and spin a … Continue reading A New Montrealer’s First Winter – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The Illuminated Cross – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
See, that illuminated cross aloft Mont-Royal, how it glows a beacon of hope, a symbol of faith rising up in the night sky, steadfast and brave its arms outstretched, embracing all who seek solace and comfort, who answer the call to climb the mountain, to feel its grace to bask in the glow of that … Continue reading The Illuminated Cross – Memories Through the Eyes of my City
The New Renaissance Mindset 