Chronicles of Montréal

Revival

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

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…

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.

How the Québec weather made me appreciate life

When you live in the tropics, life is easy. I am not…

Foulab, Montréal’s first hackerspace

An edited version of a publication on HeriPhotography

At the edge of the St-Henri neighborhood, I find an old industrial building.

By the looks, it could host a rave party.

Handcrafting the future

Stefan Christoff is a good friend, pianist and community activist.

His work invites a reflection on the politics of fear. It also puts in music the spring streets, the spirituality of struggles and collective evenings at La Sala Rossa.

The spring street roars

The snow melts. It’s spring in Montréal.

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…