One humid night, you walk down a leafy street in the Plateau and expect to see some guy in a sweat stained t-shirt standing at the foot of some winding stairs looking up at a balcony and yelling “Stellllaaaaaah!”
I passed through Quebec City in ’78 in the midst of the Festival d’été. It was steamy hot, people were dancing in the street and love was in the air. Down chemin St-Louis came a calèche with a drunk guy in a tuxedo standing up and bowing to the crowds. Not long after, another guy came flopping down the middle of the street in flippers and a snorkel and not much else. My kind of town. I had been heading to Halifax but decided to stick around for the summer and eventually moved here for good in ’84.
Ian 19:41 on 2025-06-23 Permalink
Montreal in a summer heatwave is when it’s at its sexiest and weirdest.
Robert H 21:04 on 2025-06-23 Permalink
One humid night, you walk down a leafy street in the Plateau and expect to see some guy in a sweat stained t-shirt standing at the foot of some winding stairs looking up at a balcony and yelling “Stellllaaaaaah!”
Janet 12:42 on 2025-06-24 Permalink
I passed through Quebec City in ’78 in the midst of the Festival d’été. It was steamy hot, people were dancing in the street and love was in the air. Down chemin St-Louis came a calèche with a drunk guy in a tuxedo standing up and bowing to the crowds. Not long after, another guy came flopping down the middle of the street in flippers and a snorkel and not much else. My kind of town. I had been heading to Halifax but decided to stick around for the summer and eventually moved here for good in ’84.
Ian 23:06 on 2025-06-24 Permalink
Montreal in the 80s was pretty wild, I can only imagine Montreal in the 70s!
Tee Owe 02:37 on 2025-06-25 Permalink
It may be a case of, if you can remember it, then you weren’t there
Ian 10:16 on 2025-06-25 Permalink
I barely recall entering Thunderdome and Foufounes for the first time in 1986, and certainly nothing at all of the rest of those nights.