I was born and raised in Montreal.
I remember when Place Ville Marie was no more than a hole in the ground. As a child, I watched in awe as it soared to the heavens.
I gazed at the iconic McGill University Medical Sciences Building as it took its shape. And spent many hours in its three-story library as an undergraduate.
I watched as Expo ’67 was constructed, and spent every spare moment exploring every one of its pavilions and displays during the World’s Fair.
I marvelled at the originality of Habitat ’67, the housing complex that began as architect Moishe Safdie’s graduate thesis.
I listened as Mayor Jean Drapeau promised the ’76 Olympics could not run a deficit ‘any more than a man could have a baby.’ And cringed at all of the jokes as the costs spun out of control.
I walked the cobblestone streets of Old Montreal many times over the years.
Climbed the steps to St. Joseph’s Oratory more than once, though never on my knees.
And hiked to the cross at the top of Mount Royal.
Little wonder that I decided to set a portion of The Chocolate Labradoodle Caper in the city of my birth. Although it has been many years since I have called it home, Montreal remains the city of my heart.