friday, may 6, 2005
if the southwest is the asshole of montreal, then ville-émard must be the asshole of the southwest. don't get me wrong: this is a fantastic place. but it's trashy as hell. my girlfriend and i spotted no less than five mullets while walking around this place, which is approximately the number of mullets i see in a whole year in the rest of montreal. basically, the place is stuck in 1985.
ville-émard is a mix of french-canadians, italians and blacks, with some bengali immigrant spillover from neighbouring st-henri and a few chinese who were heading for verdun but took a wrong turn.
we start on monk boulevard, the neighbourhood's main street.
some of the fine wares available in one of monk's boutiques.
and so we venture off the main street...
somewhere around here there was an elaborate altar from which someone had stolen the madonna figure.
that's the autoroute 15 with its perpetual traffic jam up ahead.
even the vending machines in this laundromat were out of date.
next door to the laundromat was an 'antique' store where my girlfriend found a lovely little lamp, so we walked across the street and caught the bus back to the metro.
montreal: the trippiest metro system in the world!
20 minutes on the green line and then we're downtown on ste-catherine street.
we head for lunch at a lebanese fast-food place called basha with a great view of the sainte-catherine street crowds.
we catch the metro again.
soon enough, we emerge onto the square in front of mont-royal metro on the plateau.
one block away, at mont-royal at st-denis...
we fetch some ice cream.
and then it's off up mont-royal to park avenue where we catch the bus.