Another Week in Montreal

There have been several social occasions this weekend that I have avoided. I feel myself instinctively needing a “breather.” Adjusting to a new home is fun, but one is so filled with doubts and dreams and new thoughts that it’s useful to slow down and take stock of them.

One thing is very apparent. I love Montreal. I have realized that a relationship with a city is a bit like a relationship with a life partner. I judged Edmonton too harshly. Why? Because Edmonton was not right for me. It’s a lot like when you know a relationship is going to fail, you start seeing almost all the negative aspects of a person and find it hard to see the good.

So there. I owe Edmonton an apology. It wasn’t you. It was me.

Having said that, the more I realize that Montreal is RIGHT for me, the more I realize how very WRONG Edmonton was for me. When I walk around Montreal, I get this feeling of, “Where have you been all my life?”

One of Edmonton’s – indeed Alberta’s – biggest selling points is the vast, beautiful sky. Yes, it’s awfully impressive. It matches the vastness of the prairie. Two massive straight lines against which the achievements of humans appear rather puny.
There is nothing to match that sky in Montreal. Even on a sunny day, like today, the sky can’t match Alberta’s. Often, the clouds press in, the buildings loom over, and you feel smothered by all the things jostling for your attention.

The fact is, I like that. I do not revel in the open spaces. I like crowded spaces. Spaces with lots of levels. I really enjoy Montreal’s undulations – even the multi-layered freeways. I like the confusion and the great mess of it all. It feels natural and somehow, correct.

I forgive all of Montreal’s flaws, the same way, when you truly love someone, you do so in spite of the flaws. (It would be hypocritical not to. We’re all flawed.) So for example, when Montreal’s metro breaks down (which is surprisingly often), I just shrug my shoulders and say, with only mild annoyance, “C’est la vie.” Whereas in Edmonton, this sort of thing would have infuriated me.

So when I say I love Montreal, I mean that I love her even though there is a lot that is bland, ugly, clumsy, poorly planned and irritating. Because Montreal is also architecturally stunning, effortlessly beautiful, glamorously gritty, delightfully seedy, and, above all, sexy. There is no better word to sum her all up.

Today I walked from my home in Verdun and north-eastwards to Concordia’s downtown campus. I passed through nearly every kind of ugly and beautiful and in between that Montreal has to offer. Verdun is not considered one of Montreal’s prized neighbourhoods. Indeed, among some, it has a pretty bad reputation. But just up the road, on l’avenue de l’eglise, I found a huge church that I’d never seen before.



Then, I walked into the industrial zone, across which the Canal Lachine cuts its way with sparkling charm.



I passed the Atwater Market and into the St. Henri neighbourhood, a lot of it poor, but much of it picturesque.



I finally arrived at the downtown metro station which I pass through almost every day.



When I walk around Montreal, the city lifts my spirits. The continual surprises work on my emotional state and by the time I get to my destination, I feel like I’ve had an experience. There is even a sort of narrative to the walks.

All this, and I haven’t even mentioned how much nicer people are generally in Montreal. That is a post for another day!

The challenge this year is finding a way that I can stay here forever.