How the Québec weather made me appreciate life

Crossing St-Viateur street

The blue 80 bus stopped at St-Viateur Street.

In front, a Hasidic mother stepped down, along with five children.

The trolley with two babies is huge.

A brunch moment

I smile when I remember my couchsurfing days. It was foolish yet deliciously exhilarating to taste a different culture.

The Koreans outdrink everyone, the Japanese were slightly crazy, and the Mexican girl knew how to party. And the French — except one — were an exercise in…

The Beacon of Street Art

Like a medieval fortress, the school with its massive gray walls overlooked the city of Evry. A bridge and a gate barred access from the real inhabitants of the city.

That was my engineering school. Tall and proud on its peninsula.

Odd perceptions of age and race

North America had many surprises. Straight streets. Old French. Businessmen dressing in suits with…

The spring street roars

The snow melts. It’s spring in Montréal.

Revival

The leaves change color again,
The colors so bright,
They fall one more journey to their rest.