Lyon on the Lawrence
Montreal – home
to European style, American scale and Canadian charm. Famed for fashion, jazz
and bagels, it takes its name from its local landmark, Mont Royal – christened
by the explorer Jacques Cartier who sailed here up the Saint Lawrence River in 1535. Despite
being surrendered to the English in 1760, Montreal is the second largest
French-speaking settlement in the world (a mere 3,419 miles from Paris) – and,
although it’s no longer Canada’s most populous city (having lost that crown to
Toronto in the 1970s), it remains a thriving hub of commerce and culture.
Another month brings another statutory holiday – this time for Labour Day – so we hopped in a tiny plane at Toronto City Airport and within an hour were gazing down at the skyscrapers of Montreal. The first stop for tourists is the old town, including the imposing Notre-Dame Basilica, the industrial Old Port, and bustling Bonsecours Market, all in the shadow of the city’s financial district and Mont Royal. Wandering the cobbled streets we passed charming squares and quaint cafes – some apparently created for Instagram – as well as the superb Pointe-à-Callière on the exact site of the city’s foundation, a fascinating archaeological museum that vividly depicts how Ville Marie (as it was established in 1642) developed into the Montreal of today.
Moving out
from the old town, we encountered Montreal’s many universities (McGill the most
famous among them), its fashionable boutiques, and an extraordinary array of
art. Seemingly every alley was decorated with a vibrant mural. At the Montreal
Museum of Fine Arts (or Musée des Beaux-Arts), we enjoyed a detailed exhibition
about the arts of Africa, Oceania and the Americas and their influences on
Pablo Picasso, as well as works by contemporary artists of African descent.
Elsewhere in the four-building complex we explored the development of Canadian
art, noting particularly the Beaver Hall Group that emerged in the 1920s only a
few streets away.
Meanwhile,
over at La Maison Symphonique, the Montreal Symphony Orchestra were hosting La
Virée Classique (or ‘Classical Spree’), their annual ‘grand celebration’ of
music that comprises over 30 concerts in a single weekend. Surprisingly Harriet
wasn’t keen on the Laurel and Hardy films accompanied by organ improvisation,
so instead we enjoyed hearing the OSM Chorus perform music by Wagner and Verdi.
Indeed, Montreal is known for its music festivals – most famously the
International Jazz Festival, which has been held annually around the start of
July since 1980. For the rest of the year the jazz plays on in bars around the
city, so on Sunday night we headed to Upstairs (ironically downstairs) for its
Latin Jazz Night led by Alex Bellegarde. Complex samba rhythms and saxophone
improvisation reverberated around the poky tavern as we dined from a similarly
eclectic menu.
Talking of
food, Montreal is renowned across Canada for its cuisine. We’d been advised to
try its famous bagels – which, unlike the New York variety, are boiled in
honey-water then baked in an open woodfire oven – so headed to St Viateur’s
bakery in the Mile End district. The Montreal-style smoked meat club is also
famed, its beef brisket salted and cured with special spices, and served with
mustard and rye bread.
If Montreal
seems the least relaxing so far of our Canadian mini-breaks, perhaps it’s
because of the many similarities to Toronto: the looming skyscrapers, the
expansive avenues, the endless grid system. But its past is more complex and
its identity more difficult to define. Montreal is a proudly French metropolis with
a multicultural population. It’s an ancient settlement – the site of indigenous
communities for thousands of years – and now stands at the forefront of music
and research. It’s a symbol of unity – 39 First Nations signed the Great Peace
here in 1701 – and a victim of division, its economic stature fading in the
recent turbulent decades of Quebecois politics. All of which is to say, if you
want to try to understand the world’s second largest country, where better to explore
than Montreal?
Another month brings another statutory holiday – this time for Labour Day – so we hopped in a tiny plane at Toronto City Airport and within an hour were gazing down at the skyscrapers of Montreal. The first stop for tourists is the old town, including the imposing Notre-Dame Basilica, the industrial Old Port, and bustling Bonsecours Market, all in the shadow of the city’s financial district and Mont Royal. Wandering the cobbled streets we passed charming squares and quaint cafes – some apparently created for Instagram – as well as the superb Pointe-à-Callière on the exact site of the city’s foundation, a fascinating archaeological museum that vividly depicts how Ville Marie (as it was established in 1642) developed into the Montreal of today.
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