My city. This is a trip through quintessential Montréal, visiting a soundscape that envelopes, shakes and rocks me. It mixes the hot tam-tam jams (drumming) on the Mountain with student protests, captures the big Friday night on Crescent street, spies on the outdoor lunchers at Place Ville-Marie; the hurried Orthodox Jews of Outremont, and the patrons at Café Olympico.

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