Dirty, ugly and depressing?

How anyone could walk through Montreal streets just now, with trees in bloom, flowers in front yards, everything bright and soft, with a pervasive mood of optimism for the coming summer – and write a column about how dirty, ugly and depressing it is, I do not know. I see why Elsie Lefebvre is out of political life if she’s this bad at reading the room.

(What are the odds the Journal has a rota where each columnist has to take a turn shitting on Montreal and saying how lousy it is?)