THE PHOTO AT THE TOP OF THE SITE IS OF LE METRO, A TRAIN
WITH THE BRAND NEW AZUR CARS, JUST PULLED INTO STATION PLACE SAINT-HENRI, ONE
OF THE SYSTEM'S MOST ARCHITECTURALLY DISTINGUISHED.
There are more than a thousand photos of the city here, and
I hope readers enjoy them. They were taken in many locations, under various
conditions, and represent a number of neighborhoods. The focus is on urbanity
and on some interesting and rather unique forms of it found in Montreal. I am
not interested in suburban landscapes or lifestyles. Although Westmount is
represented, not technically a part of Montreal, a visitor would never be aware
of that fact as he or she walked west of Atwater along, say, Sherbrooke. There
is an almost seamless continuity, and much of Westmount is very urban.
NOTE: The Chuckman photo site to which these words refer is:
https://chuckmanmontreal.blogspot.com/
NOTE: The Chuckman photo site to which these words refer is:
https://chuckmanmontreal.blogspot.com/
REFLECTIONS ON MONTREAL – INTRODUCTION TO A GREAT CITY
THROUGH SOME PERSONAL AND SENTIMENTAL OBSERVATIONS BY A GREAT ADMIRER
One of the qualities that especially marks Montreal is the
sweetness of so many French people. I am not sure that sweetness is the word
that completely captures the quality, perhaps naturalness and lack of
pretention, perhaps charm are all parts of it, but I like the word “sweetness”
applied here. It fits well to my mind.
Not all of the people, of course, but a surprising number.
It is a quality you run into again and again, and there is no other place in
Canada where this is true. I‘ve spent time in the major cities, and a great
many years in Toronto, but you will find little of the quality I am talking
about there. It is rather unique, and it appeals to me a great deal.
I believe you can see it in some of the faces I have
photographed, although I wish I had photographed more. That would make a
wonderful study, the faces of Montreal. But I’ll confess a truth that is a
little embarrassing, I have always been rather shy about photographing people
face-on. Shy about asking and shy about taking pictures without asking. It is a
real handicap for someone who loves creating images. I wish it were not so, but
it is.
I believe you can also see it in many little details of the
way things are done in Montreal, from the outdoor eating on the street to the
little balconies with the flowers and to some of the shops and the atmosphere
you find in many restaurants, an atmosphere influenced greatly by this quality
in customers and staff. They just display something you will not see very often
in Toronto or Calgary or Vancouver. I actually think for anyone who spends some
time in these places, they will instinctively recognize what I am talking
about.
Of course, I have gone beyond making extended visits to this
beautiful city (discussed below from my original introduction to the site of
about four years ago), and I live here now, undoubtedly for my last days. For someone
like me who grew up in a big city, always in apartments, Montreal again has a
quality you do not find other places in Canada. It has a great stock of
apartments, everything from older gracious ones and small cozy ones to newer
efficient ones, and along with them come streetscapes with many old churches
and institutions, a great many neighborhood parks, and charming small shops serving
apartment dwellers – all of it together making a wonderful tapestry of city
life.
There is something about the nature of the people and their
pattern of living in Montreal’s neighborhoods that recalls the much-beloved
Chicago neighborhoods where I grew up, neighborhoods which now exist only in
memory, their contemporary reality being violence and decay. Urban villages, I
used to call them. People shop in neighborhood stores, eat in neighborhood
restaurants, and spend time in neighborhood parks, and they generally walk for
these activities. And this kind of neighborhood life is not the localism of
suburbs, something I’ve always found rather stifling, but activity carried out in
the near presence of the densest part of the city, which provides almost a kind
of heartbeat in the background. It produces a total effect, a pleasant
urbanity, which other arrangements cannot match. There are various local street
activities and festivities, too, which periodically see residents strolling and
eating on the street.
Montrealers use the local parks a great deal, filling them
with life and activity, and there are many parks, just as there were in Chicago
when I grew up. Picnics are common. There is even a restaurant near one of
great old parks which will prepare you a box lunch to take. Musical events are
common. The great park I just referred to, Parc La Fontaine in the East End, has
a beautiful puppet theater. Another common sight in neighborhoods and parks is
groups of day-care kids walking with the people who take care of them. If they
are the young ones, they will all be attached together with a long colorful
sash-like walking restraint. If they are very young, they will ride around in
strollers or buggies designed to hold a crowd. The delightful sights are common
because Quebec has a generous day-care program which allows young families to
work while paying modest fees. I very much like what it does for street life,
and there are a number of photos on the site.
The local shopping streets tend to accommodate apartment
dwellers with many kinds of goods and services you will often not find on the
commercial streets of other places these days, such services having migrated to
big-box stores in suburban or semi-suburban malls. Things such as a small local
hardware store or a kitchen-supply store or a shop selling all the needs for
tiny balcony gardens, and frequently, my most beloved of all Montreal
businesses, the boulangeries, which generally operate along the lines of the
ones in France, open seven days a week, starting at seven in the morning, and
selling some of the best bread you will ever eat, always freshly made. There are
no big-box stores in most of these neighborhoods although they are available in
areas around the city. Their relative absence in the city would be an
inconvenience for semi-suburban types, but they are not the kind of people who
live here. And how nice to be able to get a light switch or a breadknife within
a short walk without using a car.
I suspect the height of buildings in these neighborhoods –
definitely urban with two or three or four floors, only sometimes hi-rise, and
the lack of big-box stores are characteristics protected by zoning, which is
fine with me. A let-her-rip attitude would quickly destroy the ambiance.
Toronto, as the immigration literature advised when I first
came to Canada from Chicago, was a city of houses, and the literature was quite
accurate. While Toronto was a city of opportunity, undoubtedly the best in the
country, it lacked ambiance and grace. It was hard to find a nice apartment,
and I never liked the pretty soulless apartment buildings they started building
in quantity in the late 1960s. I called them “balconied blocks,” and they all
looked much the same and their local streets had no special feeling or charm.
Clean and useful, much as the slogan which used to be painted on the city’s streetcleaners,
“Keep Toronto clean and tidy!” Toronto lacked many neighborhood parks and
special gathering public places. It still does, and I think that is reflection
of the lack of apartment neighborhoods and all the style of life that goes
along with them.
They’ve built a vast new sprawl of condos on the old rail
lands in Toronto, but they gave it all little thought and good planning. It was
an urban gold rush for developers and the city colleting fees and taxes. It is
mostly not my idea of a pleasant environment. Many of the buildings are just
plain ugly, and the places do not feel like neighborhoods, and they do not have
a good mix of different ages and circumstances of residents. The necessary
urban mix with shopping and restaurants is not there. Young singles living in
tiny, tiny spaces. Montreal, too, is now building many large condos in certain
locations, many seem to be fairly high-end and good-looking, and I dearly hope
they do not end up with islands of sterility resembling Toronto’s rail lands,
but I have every reason to believe they will not.
Montreal’s residential neighborhoods are also lined with
trees, adding great charm to the streets. Not just the trees which grow in
people’s yards, but trees deliberately planted along the edge of the sidewalks.
Yards in fact in the city are very small, even tiny, so there is an impression
of something of value having been shifted from the private to the public. It
was one of the most memorable aspects of the neighborhoods in which I grew up,
and still it arouses a strong emotional response in me. I remember missing the
effect terribly when I first lived in Toronto. There are lots of trees in
Toronto, but they are almost all on people’s lawns. The sidewalks are concrete
strips right next to the street, and that creates a truly barren effect.
In the summer, the trees along a sidewalk in Montreal and
the great numbers of trees in the parks offer beauty and protection from the
sun, with a feeling of graciousness. In a neighborhoodlike Le Plateau, it is
possible to walk from an apartment along a street for many blocks under a bower
of trees. Trees along the edges of a residential street do so much to add
complexity and sophisticate its look and create a kind of attractive curtain
for residents across the street from each other. They provide homes for birds and
other critters, and for me, the sense of walking under a bower never ceases to
be pleasant. The seasonal changes in the trees, from bright green buds in the
spring to thick lushness in the summer and then to autumn color and falling
leaves adds a kind of theater to the streets. And they look pretty spectacular
with snow on their branches, and we do get lots of snow in Montreal.
Montreal, as its name suggests, is a mountain, not a very
steep one, but steep enough in places to give drama to views and tire some
walkers. And it is a mountain on a large island in one of North America’s great
rivers, the St Lawrence, a river loaded with all the history of early explorers
and settlers and possessing a certain special sense as part of the Great Lakes
system. There is still a kind of feint echo of names like Jacques Cartier and
Samuel de Champlain and de Maisonneuve, Acadia, Evangeline, the Battle of the
Plains of Abraham, the French and Indian War, and the very real possibility
that had that war gone the other way, French would be the world’s language
rather than English. Water from the Great Lakes flows down the river and out into
the Atlantic Ocean. I read once there is something like a five-year cycle for
water to circulate through the Great Lakes and empty into the ocean. And of course,
the St Lawrence makes Montreal a true international port.
At any rate, being on an island in the middle of a great
river has undoubtedly a lot to do with our snowfall. It certainly gives us some
thrilling breezes. Some people hate snow, but I have always loved it. It
provides another form of urban magic like the effect of trees. We had plenty of
it in Chicago, and evening or early morning streets with snow on the tree
branches and clinging to crevices in buildings with warm yellowish lights in
the windows on the street is not something I get tired of. I’m not fond of
bitter cold, which we do get sometimes, but you can’t custom-tailor your
climate and I enjoy enjoy its special beauties, and snow is one of them in
Montreal.
The coming of spring in Montreal provides an especially
happy time, not just with the usual buds and blooms, but people’s coming alive
after the long winter. Chairs and tables start appearing on sidewalks in front
of cafes, and picnics begin to happen in the parks, sometimes even a bit
prematurely from the point of view of weather but delightfully welcome. The gradual
appearance of window-box and little balcony gardens in hundreds of locations, the
blooming of little neighborhood nursery and garden shops, and there is the
delivery and decoration and furnishing, here and there on commercial streets,
of the large wooden platforms that will provide the joy of eating outdoors,
right in, or at the edge of, streets into the autumn, a seriously-enjoyed
Montreal custom. And there’s the dramatic change in dress by Montreal’s
beautiful women to styles of clothes that would have been jaw-dropping as a
young man.
I have worked hard at my French, but I am old, and my memory
for new things is not what it was, so it goes slowly. Ҫa va lentement, as they say. A few people have remarked that my accent genuinely
sounds French, and that is a very flattering and encouraging to hear. I have
always loved the sound of the language, and for years I have had a collection
of recordings by famous French and Quebecoise chanteuses, some of whom can
produce tears for me with their songs. I’ll never manage to master the language
at my age, but I practice every day faithfully.
Montreal’s collection of churches and related buildings,
such as seminaries, is large and remarkable. This was, until several decades
ago, a very Catholic city, very devout, and it shows in the architecture. Many
of the buildings now serve other uses, and I can only be glad they are preserved.
Not all have survived, but overwhelmingly they have. And I am very glad of it. No
one, of course, will ever build anything like some of them again, so they provide
historical and cultural interest and a kind of beauty, focal points in
streetscapes much the way the large churches in European cities do. Many are
venues for concerts and other activities. I just love the sight of some of them
which are located on a square or at the head of a street, and you will see
photos on the site of just such situations. I was even raised as a fundamentalist
Protestant, yet my aesthetic sense and historical curiosity embraces these
buildings as treasures.
Quebec went through something called the Quiet Revolution in
the 1960s, which much resembled what happened a bit later in Ireland, and the
Catholic Church fairly quickly lost its central place in the culture. You may
know how progressive and independent-minded a lot of things are today in
Ireland, and it is just so in Quebec.
And it has been so for a longer time, but Quebec had to go
through a series of events which were very difficult and stressful at times since
the late 1960s when a movement for independence from Canada, or at least for a
form of sovereignty within, became an active part of the society. This involved
a new party, the Parti Quebecois, being elected to run the provincial
government. The movement culminated in two referendums, one in 1980 and one in
1995. It also saw the birth of another new party, the Bloc Quebecois, which ran
in federal elections to represent Quebec and once succeeded, rather strangely,
in becoming the country’s official opposition party in the national government
in Ottawa because Quebec (Canada’s second largest province) supported it for a
while to the exclusion of other traditional federal parties. An opposition party dedicated to independence
is a rather unusual situation.
So, it was a very serious movement. Unfortunately, it hurt the province and the city economically. Montreal went from its historic position as Canada’s premier city to being second. Toronto benefited greatly from the migration of some major company headquarters over several years. There is still activity around the idea of sovereignty or independence, but it has run its course as a force. Montreal people gave me the strong impression several years ago when I rediscovered the city of being concerned with just getting on with life, and so they do. Some of the changes which occurred during those years helped greatly I think with bringing some peace, such as the sign law requiring all business signs to be in French. This has the advantage, too, of keeping the flavor of Montreal as a special place in North America, and it is no hardship to speak of. I do think the movement provided the needed release of a pressure valve for the people. And having gone through all that, in addition to the many other differences in Quebec, only adds to the rich texture, the unusual flavoring, of the place, much as appears to be the case in Ireland following the collapse of the Catholic Church’s central position there.
Montreal is a remarkably cosmopolitan place, as you can see
in the photos. There are people on the streets from many lands and there are
businesses representing their interests and tastes. You see people from the
Middle East, from Korea and China and Japan, from South Asia, from Haiti, from
Africa, from Latin America, and other places. It all seems to work smoothly.
Many Muslim women wear the hijab, which I regard as a handsome garment, and I
have never seen any trouble from others, the kind of trouble we hear so much
about from the United states these days. Muslim families seem very well integrated
and can be seen many times, as on a weekend, going about their business on the
streets together. I have never seen even a look of disapproval. The
cosmopolitan nature of the city creates some fascinating circumstances. I have
a substantial number of Asian restaurants nearby, and if you are in one waiting
for something, you will observe a waiter or order-taker speaking at various
points to people in French, in Korean or another Asian language, and in
English. Montreal has one of the most beautiful Chinatowns I have ever seen. It
is not huge, but there are points where it’s possible to feel you really are in
Asia, and it has such style and presence, it is delightful.
Old Montreal and the Old Port are likely the city’s greatest
tourist attractions, and they form together a wonderful place where, at some
points, it’s possible to imagine you are visiting the 18th century.
The beautiful and very historic city of Quebec is just a few hours east of
Montreal, but there are spots in the Old Port which have the same ambiance, as
you may see from photos on the site. There are narrow, winding streets, stone
buildings with iron gates, archways into back areas, gorgeous shops, elegant
hotels, and many kinds of restaurants.
A word about graffiti. Montreal is known for unusual amounts
of it. It comes in several forms. There is the simplistic graffiti with which most
urban people are familiar. They are of no interest, at least for me, but there
is another far more complex and interesting form that I think qualifies as
genuine vernacular art. Some of these are quite complex and interesting and
they pop up in unexpected places. The photos include several striking examples.
There is still another form of painting on buildings, which it would be
incorrect to call graffiti. These are large murals, some genuinely huge, carefully
executed works that are in fact commissioned by the owners of buildings and businesses.
Perhaps some of the second type of graffiti artists, the talented vernacular
ones, graduate to this occupation over time. I don’t know. Some of these are
nothing less than spectacular, genuine artistic efforts in every sense, as
interesting as any number of modernist paintings. The photos include examples.
THE PREFACE I FIRST PUT UP ON WORDPRESS WHEN I STARTED THE
SITE ABOUT FOUR YEARS AGO:
Montreal was always a handsome city, but I had not been
there in many years, and I was taken aback by the strikingly beautiful urban
place into which it has blossomed. It is now North America’s “movable feast.”
Montreal’s beauty is at many levels, including other smart
and attractive elements of urban planning. Bicycles are everywhere, and I don’t
just mean the large racks of rental bikes. There are stands next to buildings
everywhere in the central city for locking up bikes, and there are special bike
lanes permanently constructed with curbs against cars. Motor scooters are
parked everywhere, either along the sides of buildings or lined up
perpendicular in the spaces once reserved for cars, so one car space now accommodates
six or eight motor bikes.
Montreal always had street cafes, but now they are spotted
everywhere in a fashion I have not seen before. They are on large platforms
jutting into street lanes and covered with awnings or umbrellas, a concept
which gives pedestrians a priority over cars, slows traffic, and doesn’t block
up sidewalks for walkers. It is absolutely a brilliant and attractive
innovation. I don’t know, but suspect, the platforms are taken up after the
warm-weather season, but for the time when it is fun to walk the city, Montreal
has greatly increased the pleasure of walking: you are never far from a place
to sit and have refreshments, urban oases under umbrellas.
There has been a lot of tree-planting on streets since I was
last there, something always adding great beauty to a city. The pictures show
people enjoying the streets in great crowds, and they show, too, the remarkable
amount of new construction in the city, a pleasing discovery considering all
the political turmoil of the last few decades. It appears positive political
developments have encouraged investors. A remarkable number of important old
structures have been saved and given new life, as old convents becoming college
campuses.
The true urbanity of Montreal is rooted in its apartment-living.
A huge stock of beautiful old apartment buildings graces the city, something
not found in Toronto which in the past was described accurately as a city of
houses. Toronto now has built a huge volume of condos, but they have been built
too often with little serious planning, creating places which cannot be
described as apartment-living neighborhoods or even neighborhoods at all.
Montreal’s new condos reflect some clever government incentives such as
increased height allowance in return for two-storey commercial fronts along
streets. They don’t resemble giant glass walls dropped on the sidewalk.
It is all exciting, and I have fallen in love with Montreal
again. Note this first group of pictures was taken in just two and a half days
of walking with a bit of adverse weather interfering. The pictures include only
parts of downtown and the near west side, and Montreal of course has many other
interesting places. Still, I think I have captured something readers will
enjoy, and it’s my intention in future to add to the collection.
As I add this later note the following summer, my wife and I
are spending an extended time in Montreal's wonderful Le Plateau district, and
I am taking many photos to add to the site. I hope you enjoy them. It is my aim
to capture many details of the city and its life and to offer viewers a kind of
entertaining and informative documentary not found anywhere else.
Montreal is simply a wonderful urban fantasy.
We are now, 2016, back for a third season of enjoying
Montreal while I try to capture its magic in photos. I'm using a new camera for
the first time, so viewers may note some different qualities in the photos.
Once again, 2017, we have returned for an extended visit,
this time staying in an apartment in Saint-Henri, a neighborhood we had never
visited. It is a very interesting place of mostly modest streets with walk-up
apartments, delightful little neighborhood businesses, some past glories in
architecture and parks, some very up-and-coming areas of new low-rise condo
construction - overall, a somewhat faded, charming place with really good
bones, just saturated with that quiet, lovely sense of Montreal's urbanity and
cosmopolitan character. Again, the wonderful Metro, station Place Saint-Henri,
allows you to easily travel to most points in the city worth a visit.
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the images on this site belong to John Chuckman. Non-commercial use of them,
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