As I walk to the delimitations of Griffintown, all I could hear is the obnoxious sound of construction going on, and all I could smell was the cement dust the construction buildings that were blowing with the wind. Thankfully, the sun was warming up my face, making me almost forget about the horror I was about to walk into. This southern part of Montreal is the new dreamland, where a large community is being built and the buildings are filling up with new Montrealers. I was surrounded by mini skyscrapers, with luxurious views of our original skyline; where nothing can be higher than our precious mountain. Walking through these dusted streets all I could think to myself is why would anyone have lived here before these beautiful homes were built? How could this neighbourhood only be blooming in the past 3 years? It’s only as I was walking through the suburbs streets that I discovered the secrets Griffintown has been hiding from its outsiders. As I make my way through a couple of construction sites, I start to hear my thoughts again. The drilling and banging of metal is only a background noise now. Walking on the sidewalks, I start to cross path with more people; some are dressed for…show more content… I feel like I’ve found a treasure, this landscape is what the community relied on for work in the past. This is where most Irish immigrants came to escape the Great Famine in the mid 1800’s.(REF) The Canal Lachine played an important part in the urbanization of Montreal, this is where all the boats came in, to proceed trades with merchants; this was Montreal’s back bone. All I could imagine when looking down at the water stream, was how much history this place has seen. The merchants coming to trade and by local products, how there was so much life to be lived here. I tried to picture the hundreds of boats that passed here and how it would smell, a mixture of humid ropes and hot bread from out of the
