Sunday
It's a Sunday again.
I am looking out my 7th floor studio window at St. Catherine and Guy, drinking in the sights.
I can just barely see the river.
It reminds me of an L.S. Lowry painting.
In the following writings I am documenting my exploration of Montreal, revisiting its ghosts and poetry. Here and there I have left reactions to the city spaces, evidence of my touch, my contribution to the city's rumbling, evergoing conversation and strange interactions.
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