Concrete and Steel Giants are sleeping in the heart of Montreal.
Left to their own fate.
Inside the Silo number 5, time stopped.
Drago opens his eyes widely.
He walks carefully and whispers.
He doesn’t want to disturb the spirit of the place.
“Look, it’s prettier than a museum.”
The air smells of a mix of cereal and fermented beer
The silence is only disturbed by the pigeons’ mutter.
The urbex explorer wants to feel. Touch. See.
But, he mostly wants to share these urban beauties with the public.
These giants who are sleeping in the heart of Montreal.