The Mount Royal sits in the center of the city. Montreal’s furry zenith.
Throne of fresh air, tourism
Warm weather for the first time of the year.
Mid-April. 2o degrees Celsius.
After four months passed in their frozen cells,
Montrealers blossom once again.
Beer, wine and marijuana.
The children of the Sun came for their drink,
Like infants to their mother’s breasts.
The officers are there to shut down the music.
Social protest comes back with the return of springtime.
“Fuck the Police!”
Yells a frustrated dancer, a few steps away.
Complaints from the neighbours. Prohibited noise.