I dreaded this walk along a street I anticipated as being completely ghost-townish. My bad for prejudging it and leaving it undeservedly until almost the end of my project. The street dead-ends into Costco, so, as you can imagine, a steady stream of cars passed me, even if I didn’t see a single pedestrian, rare in my outings. It was just me and all the factories, many of them shuttered. But like many of my industrial walks, it had its own charms. I passed under the mega silos of the Red Roses flour mill. Just think how many cakes you could make with the contents of just one of those silos. I’d be fixed for life. At the beginning of the pandemic, to keep me baking, I sprang for a 20 kilo sack of flour and thought it was humungous, but it was nothing compared to these babies.
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Stumbled across a great new art installation on boulevard Robert-Bourassa just above Wellington. I just thought it was playful, with no deeper meaning, a way to cheer up a blah chunk of roadway. But one of my more thoughtful Facebook friends suggested that it looked like the signatories to the Great Peace of Montreal. Turns out he’s right. I did a bit of digging and found out that the figures in the installation are meant to reproduce the pictograms of the First Nations that signed the treaty of 1701. I always love a walk that teaches me something. The second photo (from the Canadian Encyclopedia) shows what the treaty actually looked like.
In the Plateau of all places. On tiny rue Demers, a street so narrow you might easily pass it by without noticing, but that would be a mistake. It’s full of wonders. Beyond the windmill, there’s a funky punchbowl fountain and a wishing well. I can’t claim to be the first to appreciate this streetlet. Mounted on one of the garden walls is an article from La Presse in praise of it, and that was back in 2003.
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