Tango de Montreal
Whenever I’m waiting for the bus outside the Mont Royal metro, I’ll stand at the stop or sit on one of the benches and read this poem embedded into a red brick wall facing the Place Gérald Godin. No matter how many times I’ve read it, it still resonates with me every time. It’s these little gems in the heart of the urban landscape that make Montreal what it is.
Click on the thumbnail to enlarge and enjoy. I would translate it but that would take away from its natural beauty.