I wrote a poem about going downtown with my Auntie Mable, the poem was published in A Private Mythology (Ekstasis Editions, 2015). 
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Downtown Montreal, around 1955; Morgan's in the background,  Christ Church Cathedral behind the streetcar on the left | 
A
Saturday Afternoon
 
Outside
the main doors
of
Morgan’s Department Store
facing
Phillip’s Square, an organ grinder 
played
music that Saturday afternoon downtown
with
Aunt Mable. I was a child in the late 1950s
with
my aunt, walking beside her, window shopping, 
eating
turkey and mashed potato dinner 
at
Woolworth’s basement lunch counter 
then
buying pastries upstairs as we left to walk along              
Ste.
Catherine Street. You could list the beggars you 
saw
in Montreal back then, the woman with one 
shoe
off, the shoe hidden behind her, 
and
the chauffeur-driven black car 
that
would pick her up, 
or
so we heard… or the old woman, 
scarf
tied under her chin 
and
the tin can of yellow pencils she sold. 
Then,
Eaton’s, Simpson’s and Morgan’s 
were
the big department stores,
now
it's boutiques, restaurants, crowded streets, 
strip
joints and bright lights.